Winter Solstice
The winter solstice has come. I'm drinking pots of Jasmine in the morning, pots of Chai at night. I'm staying up until 2:00 AM every night freezing my fingers to the bone and doing nothing much of anything.
The semester is over and I'm absolutely in withdrawl. How can the work have ended? Wtf, eh? I was inundated--I was working 18.5 credit hours. And now its all gone. Nothing. A vaccuum has taken the place of what, for the last three months, has been a firestorm of writing papers. In addition, I gave my novel to Charles Kemnitz on Tuesday for him to look over. I haven't touched it since; obviously, I'm waiting for his input. But even in the heat of the deadlines, I was working on that thing; revising and writing pages and pages. At the end of sunday night, when I was finalizing the form of it, there were 114 pages. Not a novel, by any means, but 800,000 words is nothing to shake a finger at.
So I am paperless, novelless, and obligationless.
So what do I do?
I do laundry, of course. And I think "For chrissakes, I need some new clothes," because I wash an entire load of BLUE clothing (which doesn't match my complexion and hair color for shit (and speaking of hair, mine is looking worse to me as the days go by))
I do the 'deliver cookies to Jenn Hammond' thing. And buy Tofu on the way, and get stuck in her driveway and make her shuffle and slide around in the icy dark and waste a whole bucket of cat litter helping me get out.
Finally, I do the WATCH PROJECT RUNWAY thing, and root for Chloe Dao, and Daniel Franco, and Daniel V., who is gorgeous. Also, I eat enchiladas.
I know they have to keep Santino in just to make the show full of drama, but seriously. He's such an asshole, and his last little ditty was NOTHING to be proud of. Christ, it was ugly.
In other news, it is apparent that Daniel Franco emailed me (?). Back. I wrote him a sort of fan letter thing, and like an hour later I got a three line reply that seems sincere and quite nice, actually; yet very suspect because I am a lowly peasant and he is MOLTA ALTA MODA (was it cut and paste? Automated response?)
Anyway,
does everybody like this background, or should I change it to a bunch of Tibetans prostrating themselves on a stone floor? Please comment. You kill me with your silence.
The semester is over and I'm absolutely in withdrawl. How can the work have ended? Wtf, eh? I was inundated--I was working 18.5 credit hours. And now its all gone. Nothing. A vaccuum has taken the place of what, for the last three months, has been a firestorm of writing papers. In addition, I gave my novel to Charles Kemnitz on Tuesday for him to look over. I haven't touched it since; obviously, I'm waiting for his input. But even in the heat of the deadlines, I was working on that thing; revising and writing pages and pages. At the end of sunday night, when I was finalizing the form of it, there were 114 pages. Not a novel, by any means, but 800,000 words is nothing to shake a finger at.
So I am paperless, novelless, and obligationless.
So what do I do?
I do laundry, of course. And I think "For chrissakes, I need some new clothes," because I wash an entire load of BLUE clothing (which doesn't match my complexion and hair color for shit (and speaking of hair, mine is looking worse to me as the days go by))
I do the 'deliver cookies to Jenn Hammond' thing. And buy Tofu on the way, and get stuck in her driveway and make her shuffle and slide around in the icy dark and waste a whole bucket of cat litter helping me get out.
Finally, I do the WATCH PROJECT RUNWAY thing, and root for Chloe Dao, and Daniel Franco, and Daniel V., who is gorgeous. Also, I eat enchiladas.
I know they have to keep Santino in just to make the show full of drama, but seriously. He's such an asshole, and his last little ditty was NOTHING to be proud of. Christ, it was ugly.
In other news, it is apparent that Daniel Franco emailed me (?). Back. I wrote him a sort of fan letter thing, and like an hour later I got a three line reply that seems sincere and quite nice, actually; yet very suspect because I am a lowly peasant and he is MOLTA ALTA MODA (was it cut and paste? Automated response?)
Anyway,
does everybody like this background, or should I change it to a bunch of Tibetans prostrating themselves on a stone floor? Please comment. You kill me with your silence.