Another Update

January 27, 2011 at 7:23 pm (Uncategorized)

Aren’t I great at coming up with blog entry titles? 😀

I don’t really have too much to report about school. It’s all very simple, really. I go to class, I come home, I do my homework, I go to bed. My parents and/or brother might be coming to visit me this weekend, which is exciting. (Okay, I’m really excited about my brother coming. My parents, I love them, but I could take or leave seeing them.) Also, last Saturday I had what I thought was a date with a guy who I know likes me, because he asked me out last November. I may or may not have agreed to be his girlfriend, I’m not sure. I don’t want to be. I don’t even like the guy. But that could prove to be a very awkward situation.

So, yes, I was going to talk about something peculiar that happened to me on Facebook today. It started when a friend of mine posted one of those notes where you write 25 random things about yourself, then tag 25 people, who are also supposed to do the note. Fine, whatever. I did it. I have an addiction to Facebook note surveys. I love to talk about myself, which is a little strange because I don’t like people knowing too much about me, but whatever. A mutual friend I know through this other friend also did a  25 random things note, and she also tagged me. I know what you’re thinking. Captivating story, right? Well, sure, but that wasn’t the point I was trying to make. One of the random things this friend put in her note was (paraphrased) that she values brains and respect over looks no matter what, which is why she’s single again, but at least she’s safe and happy.

Now, this is a woman in her early thirties who I have known for a couple years now, through our mutual friend. I went to the Lilith Fair last summer with, along with this mutual friend’s son. We also used to be in the same writing group before she spontaneously moved down to Florida over the summer. I’m not one of those people who will pretend to be like, “I’m not going to be judgmental, but she’s had a rough life.” Well, maybe I would be in real life, but this blog entry is going to be a prime example of those people you hear about who are downright nasty on the internet because they’re not held accountable for what they say. Although, I am pushing myself more toward my dark side in real life, so in a couple years, maybe this won’t be so out of the ordinary.

But this woman doesn’t have a job. She lives off of disability. She says it’s because she’s prone to having seizures, but I think it’s just because she’s not any good at anything. Probably a mixture of both. Right now she’s going to one of those tech schools to learn some kind of computer science or computer programming, or something like that. I’m not exactly clear on the details. She doesn’t have a car, she gets around everywhere by taking the bus. She’s also constantly on the run from her abusive ex-husband, which leads me right to my main point. I’m not sure if her ex-husband is actually stalking her or if she’s just paranoid, but the fact is that she goes through her entire life scared. She also claims to be “transgendered,” and is a total advocate for abused women, and for the LGBT community. She’s basically a psychological mess.

I’ve been fascinated with abusive relationships since I first learned what they were. Morbid, I know. Not because I particularly enjoy them or want to try them out for myself, but I’m just fascinated by it. And since this woman is the first person I’ve really known who is the classic victim stuck in the cycle of abuse, she’s really made me think a lot about these issues. She makes me wonder why women go from having abusive parents as kids, to being in abusive relationships as teenagers and adults. Because while I know probably better than some people how easy it is to want to take advantage of someone who lets themselves be taken advantage of, why wouldn’t these people at some point say enough is enough? I know there are lots of people who come out of abusive relationships, whether with their parents or with people they’re dating, tell themselves that they’ll never put up with being treated that way again, and then follow through. Getting stuck with abusive parents is bad luck, and being in an abusive relationship is a mistake, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why some people don’t learn from that mistake. Mostly because I have never, ever been given a reason to not trust people. My family is the greatest. I never really had any friends when I was a kid, but I lived a relatively normal childhood. I’ve never been normal, but I was raised in a totally normal environment. And to this day, I cannot trust people. So if someone like me, who has never been hurt by anyone, can’t trust people, why do people who have been in multiple abusive relationships and have every reason in the world to be suspicious of everyone they meet jump into relationships with both feet forward?

And why do said people always find the abusive people to jump headfirst into relationships with? There are a ton of really, really nice, decent guys out there who would never hurt anybody. None of the guys I’ve dated have been anything but totally nice and respectful. And when I read this friend’s note and saw her random fact about how she values brains and respect over everything else no matter what, I said that I’m also single because I’m picky about who I’ll date. (Which may or may not be true. It kind of sucks, not knowing if you’re in a relationship or not.) That’s mostly for the other person’s safety more than my own, because I’m a complete sociopath when it comes to relationships. No matter how much the other person likes me, I’ll dump them without thinking twice about it the first time they bother me and then wonder what the hell they’re so upset about. I’ve been in 7 relationships with 5 different people, and I’ve never been in a fight with someone I’m dating. If you piss me off, I’ll just break up with you and never look back. That’s how I can tell if I love someone, if I’m not willing to break up with them over something trivial. So far, I’ve gotten to that point in a relationship twice. Both of them still failed, and one of them still failed because I broke up with her over something trivial even though I knew how much I loved her.

But I digress. When I posted this comment on this woman’s note, this is the response I got, verbatim: “I agree. That is good, though, hon, cus at least it keeps you safer in life from bad or abusive people.”

I don’t even know what to say to that. It left me so speechless that I came running to my blog, where I proceeded to write 1150 words and counting. Feeling like staying single is a good defense against bad or abusive people should never, ever be okay. Because this is one of those cases where the world isn’t divided into two kinds of people, but it should be: those who have a reason to be paranoid about something like that, and those who don’t. This woman falls into the first category, I the second. And people like her should not tolerate abusive relationships because she’s been in them before and know that they only lead to misery and heartbreak, and in the case of physical abuse, possible serious injury. People like me should also not tolerate abusive relationships because we know that there are tons of people out there who love us just the way we are, and there’s no reason to settle for someone who doesn’t. This woman I’ve been talking about? Her favorite saying is “No Excuse For Abuse.” And yet, she’s…well, the way she is.

Currently Reading: Stolen Children by Peg Kehret



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Beginning of Classes

January 19, 2011 at 11:21 pm (Uncategorized)

So I’ve now officially had all of my classes once for this semester. There are 6 of them: 3 English classes, humanities, psychology, German. They all seem fine so far. I got a speech in every single one about how “this is not an easy class,” but I think teachers are just required to say that. I’ve never had a teacher call their own class easy, and I’ve taken some really easy classes. If I have too many more nights like this one, I won’t have any problems at all. This is the first time I’ve been able to stop myself from reading all afternoon. Earlier I forced myself to stop by taking a nap, because my sleep schedule is all out of whack right now and I was really tired. But I’ve just had this itch to read anything and everything, so instead of grabbing a novel and ripping away at it like I might’ve wanted to, I did the productive thing and read through some of my homework. I got homework in all of my classes except psychology, and a big fat majority of it is reading.

I know, as an English major, I have no right to complain about that. I don’t know if I want to stick with being an English major, though. There’s this part of me that’s screaming that I have no business doing anything else, because I want to be a writer and always have been and always will be. But I had my first “literary critic” class today. I think the official name for it is Introduction to English Study or some bullshit like that, but it’s a class that starts the journey that molds us into literature critics. And I never, ever, ever want to be that kind of person. I had a moment of clarity sitting in that class today, thinking about everyone who said not to major in creative writing if you want to write genre fiction, because they only teach literary fiction. I have nothing against literary fiction, some of my favorite stories are literary. But reading and enjoying a novel that happens to have some greater meaning is not the same thing as dissecting it. And that’s the part that’s like nails on a chalkboard to me.

So, if not English, what, you ask? I don’t know. Not international affairs. I’ve pretty much completely 100% given up on that option, because I don’t want to learn Spanish, I’m not willing to do the things you have to do in order to get into a good law school, the department’s office looks really intimidating, and I’m scared of politics. That’s a lot of really good reasons, actually. I was thinking maybe psychology. I’m taking an intro to psychology class right now, so maybe if that goes well. I have no idea what I’m going to do, but I guess I don’t have to make that decision right now, so it doesn’t really matter.

Currently Reading: Anything I can get my hands on

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Back From Christmas

January 17, 2011 at 11:01 am (Uncategorized)

So…yeah. I was wondering if I was going to keep writing in this blog over Christmas break, but it turns out that I did not. I got back to school yesterday, but today is my first real day here. Yesterday I woke up early and left my house at about 8:30, and my dad and I drove to the closest thing resembling a city by my university. It was about 40-60 minutes away. The original plan was that my dad gets a cheap motel room and sits in there and watches football all day, then takes me back to school Sunday night. But when we got there he was like, “Well, you can take the car and bring all your stuff down to school so we don’t have to do it later.” So I did. I brought five boxes, three bags, and a stuffed wolf (I actually brought a stuffed wolf, 2 stuffed cats, and a stuffed elephant, but the others are smaller and fit in one of the boxes). Then I decided, wouldn’t it be a good idea to bring up the boxes two at a time, so there are less trips? In case you’re wondering, it worked, but the boxes were really heavy, and I live on the 8th (and top) floor of my dormitory building (and no, I didn’t take the stairs). But my arms have not yet stopped feeling like jelly, and that was at about 1pm yesterday, and it’s now 9:35am. So was it worth it? Absolutely. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and it only took me three trips to get five boxes up eight flights of stairs. Uh oh. That’s starting to sound like a word problem.

I’m actually really happy, because I’ve been using Scrivener to write my novels since I used the trial version for NaNoWriMo this past year and fell in love with it. And I finally figured out how to do Scrivener’s version of MS Word’s format painter, which means I don’t have to keep retyping all of my MS Word documents. That may sound crazy, but I’m very picky about uniform formatting. And I’m willing to retype completed novels, 20+ unfinished WIPs of various lengths, and a few short stories in order to get it. What would a writer be without at least some neurotic tendencies? I’ll tell you what. Sane. And this is no business for a sane person.

Oh yeah, and speaking of being a writer. On something ridiculous like January 2nd or 3rd (right after my goal of December 31) I finished that novel I’ve been writing since September, the one I could only write at night. I was a very good girl and put it away for a couple weeks, but now I’m ready to start editing it. And DEAR GOD that story needs a lot of editing. It’s really good, but it needs a lot of work. And I don’t know if I mentioned this or not, but after I finish editing that book, I’m going to start looking for an agent for it. This is the perfect opportunity, because I’m a college student. I have the rest of my life ahead of me. If I don’t have a future as a professional writer, I’d rather know now. No, that does not mean I’m going to give up because of a few rejections. In real life I’m unbelievably insecure, but when it comes to my writing, I’m beyond confident. I’m like Ted in season 8 of Scrubs, who is only confident when he’s with his band, except with me, it’s my writing. I just mean if I try it and discover I don’t like it. There isn’t a question of me being good enough. I just wanted to clarify that on here, because it freaked my mom out when I told her. Also, if I am successful, I’ll be able to graduate already with a job. Plus, yes, I know that advances and royalties are not very much money for novice writers, but for a 19-year-old college student, a few thousand dollars is like a few million dollars to anyone else.

I have another writing project I’m going to try to tackle this year as well. The first real book I ever wrote was a fantasy story I wrote when I was 12. Well, maybe fantasy is a strong word. Fantasy-esque, because it took place in another world. And it sucked beyond description, because I was only 12 years old, and before that I had only written a few short stories that were shameless rip-offs of other stories, or horse stories that were exactly like the Thoroughbred series by Joanna Campbell, just with different characters and absolutely zero knowledge of the world of horse racing. This book was what I consider to be my first real novel, though, and even though the writing was atrocious, it took me about three years to complete. I worked on it pretty much all throughout middle school. And ever since then, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I still think about the characters and the plot and everything, and I still love them. I will just have you know that I am a BEAST at character development. I create phenomenal characters. But even for me, this was a pretty good cast, and it was my first. Even seven years later I can say that. So my writing project for the new year (or however long it takes me) is to see if I can’t salvage this beautiful world that I spent three years creating in my mind, and write a real book out of it. This is setting a pretty dangerous precedent, because of course I’m going to be a better writer when I’m 30, and who’s to stop me from doing it all over again?

Well, hopefully I can start working on getting some of these books published, then the print will stop me. But as for right now, I’m having a lot of trouble thinking up a new story to start writing, so I’m going to put my energies toward reading and fixing my old stories.

I honestly don’t want this to be a writing blog. I’ll save that for when I’m a published author and can use it for marketing or whatever. I want it to be more about my college experience, but I am a writer, so writing is a big part of my college experience. You’ve been fairly warned.

Currently Reading: Stolen Children by Peg Kehret

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I Had A Scary Thought

December 7, 2010 at 12:28 pm (Uncategorized)

Truthfully, I have lots of scary thoughts. But this morning I had a particularly scary one about the classes I’m taking next semester. I’m taking 6 classes, 18 hours, which is just a little more than the average 15. And when I went to talk to my advisor about my classes, he said I had to be open to the possibility of 6 classes being too much and that I shouldn’t feel bad if I had to drop one. But I can’t drop any of them. I might feel differently about that once I actually start taking these classes, but of the 6 classes, I’m taking 3 of them just for the professors, and one of those is the humanities class I’m taking with my advisor, and I need him to think well of me. And another is a psychology class taught by the faculty advisor to a club I belong to. And the fourth class I’m taking is creative writing, which I basically have to do amazing in to get into the BFA program. And then there’s my German class, which I just have to stay in all semester because I need a foreign language. I don’t have to do stellar, but I’m not a student who gets C’s (except in biology).

I remember thinking at the beginning of this semester that I was going to have to work really hard in my biology class, and my Spanish class, and my English class, and that added up to a lot of extra effort put into my classes. But that was because I thought they would be hard. And they kind of were. But next semester I’m not worried about the difficulty of the classes (except maybe my literature class), I’m just worried about the workload of taking so many of them and not being willing to let down my professors. Although, did I mention that I (at least in some kind of capacity) know every single one of my professors next semester except my creative writing professor? And that that class only has 15 people in it? Yeah, I’m bad-ass.

Yes, I did do that on purpose. Shamelessly.

Also, um…this is finals week. And I’ve gone and gotten myself addicted to The Sims 3. Go figure.

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End of the Semester

December 4, 2010 at 10:52 am (Uncategorized)

Well, I did it. Yesterday was my last day of classes of the semester and as a technical freshman, I have three exams next week on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, then I get to go home for five weeks before coming back to school and doing the whole thing all over again. And I couldn’t be more excited. It’s kind of a universally accepted truth that if you like high school you won’t like college, and if you didn’t like high school you will like college. I love college. A lot. If I believed in heaven, I think it would be a lot like this. I love every minute that I spend here, except for the ones that I’m homesick. Those aren’t very much fun, but luckily they don’t come around often. I didn’t really hate high school. I hated some parts of it, but I absolutely loved some parts of it, too. In the grand scheme of things, I was pretty indifferent to it, actually.

So, let’s see. What else can I say. I currently have 2 A’s, 1 B, and 1 C. My C is in biology, though, and it’s actually creeping somewhere up toward a C+, so maybe there is the slightest chance in hell that if I absolutely blow the exam out of the water I may be able to get it up to a B-. The chances of that happening are about as good as me becoming the president of the United States (a job I wouldn’t take if it was offered to me), so I’ll probably end up with a C in that class. Overall I’m happy, though.

Also, I’ve been e-mailing my future German teacher back and forth for the past couple of days. I know my Spanish teacher was really hoping that I would keep taking Spanish, and there’s this part of me that was hoping I would be able to keep taking Spanish, but taking German in high school taught me a very valuable lesson. That lesson being, no amount of flattery on the part of the teacher should be the sole indicator for continuing to study a language. Yes, I’m gifted at learning languages. It’s a fact of life. I’m an English major, so language is my thing. I’m gifted at tying my shoes, too (sometimes). But I’ve spent this whole semester missing German more than my own mother, so there’s no way I’m not going to take it. Besides, this new German teacher seems really nice, even if I do feel a little bit bad that she keeps writing the e-mails half in German and I keep responding in 100% English. But doesn’t it say something that I could understand her perfectly and I was able to respond at all?

I’m so flippin’ excited about this German thing.

Also, my roommate was kind enough to inform me that textbooks for next semester have been on sale for a couple weeks now. The only thing I like more than new textbooks is scheduling new classes. I have a message for anyone reading this who needs to buy textbooks: GO TO AMAZON! Let me say that again, for effect. GO TO AMAZON.COM!! I’m saving more than $80 by not buying all of my books from the university bookstore. Just think of everything you could buy with $80+. There are so many people who blindly just buy all their books from the university bookstore, unaware of how money they’re just WASTING. And if you get them off Amazon, in addition to saving money you get them sooner (so you can study ahead!) and they’re delivered right to your door. I don’t know about anyone else, but on my campus, the bookstore is about a 7-8 minute walk from my dorm room. Who wants that, when the alternative is the 10 second walk down my driveway? (Or less if the package is too big to put in the mailbox and the mailman puts it right in front of the door.)

So, next semester I get to be a sophomore. I get to take 6 really fun classes. I get to have all 6 said really fun classes in the same building. I already know all but one of my teachers, my creative writing teacher, who is a big deal at my university. But the class only has 15 students, so I’m sure he’ll get to know me really well really quickly. Plus it’s a flippin’ creative writing class. And I’m the queen of creative writing wherever I go, which is why I’m going the option of getting the BFA in creative writing instead of double majoring in English and history, and instead of double majoring in Pre-Law: International Affairs/Psychology. Because college is a time of self-discovery, and I’m discovering about myself that I’m not good at to not getting special privileges that allow me to have absolutely anything I want. I’m incredibly spoiled. And I know that I’m an amazing writer, and I just need the rest of the English department to see that as well.

I need to stop before my head gets so big that it can no longer fit on the pillow.

Currently Reading: Well…nothing, technically. Who has time to read when I have exams to study for all weekend? I’ll read next week.

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Why I’m A Writer

November 23, 2010 at 8:44 am (Uncategorized)

That’s kind of a bold statement. I’m a writer for a lot of reasons, probably mostly inherent ones. But something happened to me yesterday that kind of made me mad, and this is where I come for that. I called my mom, and when I did, she told me she had a $10 gift card to Borders that she has to use, and asked me if there was a book I wanted. That’s an amazing proposition, and I spent a lot of the afternoon yesterday looking for the perfect book.

What is the perfect book? Well, after trying and failing to find a good lesbian non-romance novel, I decided, hey, maybe books can do what movies cannot. Because I have a confession to make about myself. I am obsessed with kidnapping. It’s just one of those things I’ve been fascinated with ever since I was a little kid. I don’t know why. But every single time I try to find a movie to watch about kidnapping or whatever, it’s always the same problem: the story is about the cop/FBI agent/vigilante/parent/whoever who’s trying to find the victim, not a story of the actual kidnapping itself. Which I guess I can kind of understand with movies, even if I don’t like it, because they’re under a lot of pressure to be action-packed and everything, and there isn’t much action in being locked in a basement somewhere. But that was one of the reasons I loved the TV show Kidnapped so much, was because they at least had a healthy dose of both sides.

But books? Books are meant to be the stories of people. And I looked for hours yesterday and found the exact same thing: book after book about someone who was abducted and (insert random character who needs to prove himself) has to find them before it’s too late. The only exceptions I found were romance novels, and that’s just…no.

Yesterday for my public speaking class, we all had to write a mission statement for our lives, and mine was that I’m making it my mission to write the books that I wish someone had written for me to read. If someone else would write my kind of books, I wouldn’t have to do it, and I could be happy studying international law. But nooo. I feel like The Chosen One in every fantasy novel ever written. It just has to be me.

I swear, I would get started right now if I wasn’t so busy working on the sequel to my NaNoWriMo novel. Maybe tomorrow.

Currently Reading: Pretty Little Things by Jilliane Hoffman (the book I ended up selecting)

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Going Home Tomorrow

November 22, 2010 at 6:24 pm (Uncategorized)

I’m very excited about this. Way too excited. Because the thing is, when I go home, seeing my family is cool. Seeing my old friends is cool. Getting to eat real food is amazing. Being able to sleep in my bed is fantastic. Being able to use a real shower and toilet is awesome. Having all the books and movies my heart desires is phenomenal. Do you see where I’m going with this?

Well, I finished NaNoWriMo with something like 53,000-ish words, which I’m really happy about. I’m now working on writing the sequel, which is pretty amazing. I’m also now addicted to Scrivener, which is the software I used to write it. Seriously, if any novel writers read this, you need to try Scrivener. They have it for Windows & Mac now, and you need to buy it. It is well worth the money. It makes writing so much easier.

Let’s see…what else? Oh yeah! I wanted to talk about religion. I know that religion and politics are polite company conversation no-nos, but you know what, this is my blog. And no matter what your political views are I probably agree with you on some level because I’m just awesome like that, so I think I’ve earned the right to rant about religion a little.

I personally am a sort-of Atheist, but there’s this part of me that wishes I was a Christian. My mom has it in this mindset that I just don’t believe in God because I’m not trying hard enough somehow, and if I would just give Christianity a chance I would love it. Um…I did. I was a very devout Christian for about 3-4 years, and then I started looking at religion logically and decided that I’m a sort-of Atheist. I’m somewhere between Agnostic and Atheist with no belief in an actual deity whatsoever. I love the community aspect of Christianity, though. When I go home I still go to church with my mom because I know it makes her happy, and I love all the people there. It’s a small, nondenominational church, and everyone there loves me. And I love all of them. It’s just that I feel like I’m committing a lie of omission by being there and enjoying their company without participating in the thing that united them in the first place, a belief in God and Jesus. I’ve never had a problem with my sexual orientation, and I have no problem telling people that I’m bisexual (because I’m actually an honest bisexual, not bi-curious minus the bi and the curious, which I have decided is my new pet peeve), but I can imagine this is what gay people, especially teenagers, feel like when they feel like they have to “act straight.” I don’t want to admit to any of my church friends that I don’t believe in God because I’m afraid one of two things will happen: either they won’t love me as much anymore, or they’ll try to convert me, which I know will not work, because I have tried so hard and still failed to make myself believe in God again. Short of shameless brainwashing of cultish magnitude, I don’t think I ever will.

Although, truthfully, I think I would love to be in a cult no matter what they wanted me to believe, as long as I didn’t have to commit suicide or anything weird like that.

Okay, that’s all I wanted to say about that. I also wanted to talk about my life as a writer. I’ve been scared to get this BFA degree in creative writing that my school offers, even though I know it will make me more competitive when I start applying to graduate schools in a couple years. I didn’t really want to deal with it, though, preferring to have a major and either a minor or second major in history. Until a couple days ago, when I decided that I love literature (like, real literature) more than I thought I did, and would actually have fun spending my life for the next 4 years picking it apart. Because I actually really like how much can be said with metaphors and symbolism in literature. I don’t even know how to explain it. I’m a very big-picture oriented thinker, though, and when I read a book and really understand it (which usually involves someone explaining it to me), I suddenly love it so much more.

That being said, no, I’m not actually reading anything at the moment. It’s something I have to ease myself back into.

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From Way Too Early in the Morning

November 16, 2010 at 8:19 am (Uncategorized)

Well, first things first. I finished my NaNoWriMo novel on Saturday. I actually hit 50k on Friday night, and then I got to the end of the story on Saturday morning. Since there are still two more weeks of November, I played with the idea of writing a second novel, but the bottom line is that I am way too busy right now to write another 50,000 words. So I’m just going to spend the rest of the month trying to edit the novel a little. Not anything big, just a few grammar mistakes. And about halfway through the novel there was a ton of information I wanted to include but didn’t, so I have to go back and add all that.

Plus I’m swamped with homework. In Spanish this week I have a quiz on Wednesday and a composition on Friday. In public speaking I have to have the outline for my persuasive speech done by Friday. I have a test in biology on Thursday. And in English I have a monster of a research paper due on Thursday. This is one of those weeks that I feel like I will never see the end of, but if I do, next week I get to go home for Thanksgiving, so it’ll all be over at least. For a week, anyway. Then I get to come back to school for another week, then it’s finals, then I get to go home for a month. It’s fun stuff. Then I get to start my second semester of college, my first semester as a sophomore, and I really think that next semester is going to be a lot of fun. It’s going to be really hard, because I’m taking 18 hours, but it’s going to be fun. I’m taking fun classes with fun professors.

I don’t remember what I have and have not posted on this blog, but next semester I’m taking humanities, German, Intro to Literary Studies, Fantasy Myth & Legend, my first creative writing class, and either Intro to Political Theory or General Psychology. I’m leaning toward taking psychology (and actually registered for the class), but I’m still thinking I would might rather take the politics class and take psychology next year. We’ll see.

Also, I’ve given a lot of thought to this whole thing of double majoring in English and history. That whole thing of going to law school is not going to happen, because I suck at Spanish, and that’s just the way it is. But as much as I love both history and creative writing, I have a chance to get a BFA in creative writing instead of a normal BA, which would be awesome for when I go to grad school, and I can just take all the history classes I want to as electives. It’s a possibility. Sometime when I’m not drowning in homework, maybe this weekend, I’ll look at the classes and see what would work out better. I just kind of feel like as long as I have this awesome opportunity, it would be stupid of me not to take it.

Anyway, that’s what’s going on with me. Lots of looking ahead to the future, like always 🙂

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 52,227

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There’s No Place Like Home, But Home Is Where The Heart Is

November 7, 2010 at 5:00 pm (Uncategorized)

Yeah. I said it. That’s two cliches, not only stuck together, but MELDED together to form a complete and coherent sentence.

Here’s the thing. My roommate wants to move to another dorm next year. I don’t really blame her. I don’t mind the community-style bathrooms, but I know a lot of people do. And she’s one of them. And I don’t know that I want to have her go somewhere else and then me be stuck with another random roommate next year. I got really lucky with my roommate this year. Next time I might not get someone I like.

So I’m thinking of asking her if she wouldn’t mind if I moved with her so we could be roommates again next year.

That’s pretty much all I wanted to say. I want to get back to writing my novel. Registration for next semester starts Wednesday! I’m super excited!

Current Word Count: 30,961

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First NaNo Update

November 3, 2010 at 5:55 pm (Uncategorized)

Basically, I am kicking NaNoWriMo’s ass. It’s only the third day and I already have over 12,000 words. And the most awesome thing is that I’m sticking with my original story, and I’m totally okay with it. This story wants to get written so badly. And basically, the way the story is set up, my MC is living this perfect life for the first half of the book, then something terrible happens that changes everything for her. And I was really afraid that because I love my character so much that I would put off hurting her like that for as long as I could. Instead, I keep trying to inch closer and closer to that moment. I’m not going to rush the story or anything, but I’m sure not taking my time, either.

Also, in non-NaNo related news, I met with my advisor yesterday to talk about my classes for next semester. I had this beautiful schedule all worked out, but he said that it might be too much to take 6 classes, most of which have a ton of reading. So I dropped the philosophy class I was going to take in favor of a creative writing class, which messed the whole thing up. Now I think I’m going to have to take a different humanities class that is at 8:00 in the morning. Gag. That should be illegal, as far as I’m concerned. There aren’t really any classes I can take on Monday, Wednesday, Friday afternoons, though. I’m officially signing up for classes in one week from today. I’m so excited.

And in some NaNo-related news, I got interviewed for the school newspaper today for NaNoWriMo. The article comes out on Friday. I’m going to be famous! 🙂

And let’s be honest. During November, I’m not going to be reading anything. So for this month, instead of posting a currently reading, I’m going to post my word count. And just when I finished The Last Town on Earth, too…

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 12,673

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