Here we go! As always, my year in review post. This was quite a year!

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This is alternate reality week. It's fascinating.

There's a parallel world where I transferred to Oberlin instead of Swarthmore, and for part of this week, I'm living it.

Some things about my life here:

• I've got my own room on Sci-Fi Hall, where I hang out all the time, make friends, flirt with people, and run oneshots.
• I joined Pyle eating co-op, ( Read more... )

Today is an impossibly lovely day. The sun is up, the weather is warm, everyone is out picnicking. I spent today wandering various benches and fields, chasing the sun. Each time I moved, various different friends would find me, and we would sit and tell stories and talk about our lives and singing The General. (Seriously, must've been seven or ( Read more... )

I realized I never posted my schedule of classes for this semester. And I should fix that, because it is the best schedule of all time ( Read more... )

2011 is dedicated to progress. To moving forward, and onward. To making each day not just another length of time, but another distance traveled. Friendships and relationships evolve. Writing improves. Projects are finished. Life unfolds and blossoms ( Read more... )

NEWSFLASH:

Life is good.

I love you.

~Duk

As is vaguely traditional, year-in-review LJ meme. First line of each month's first post:

January:
A lot can change in a year. A lot can change in ten years. Wow.

February:
Listen, I was working on this in my head BEFORE yesterday's xkcd. The idea to post this occurred to me on... Sunday morning, I think. So nyaaah! Spoo on your face, Mr. Munroe.

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NOVEMBER FINAL TALLY

50,488 words written.
0.5 novel drafts written.
3 teasers written.
3 birthday stories written.
3 essays written.
0 sub-A grades received.
2 classes missed.
3 new recipes learned.
1 feast cooked.
1 feast consumed.
2 books read.
60 episodes anime seen.
3 movies watched.
3 bands discovered.
2.5 gallons apple cider consumed.
1.5 metric fucktons ( Read more... )

Fifty thousand, four-hundred eighty-eight words.

WHAT NOW, NOVEMBER?

And I finished the writing on the fourth story roof of the psych building, under a stormy sky. It's important to do these things right.

~Duk

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On the first day, the writer picks up his pen and stares at the blank page, unsure of what to say. His words are jumbled, unsure, unclear, a tangled mess of ideas and thoughts and characters. He is a writer in heart, but not yet in mind.
On the fiftieth day, the writer puts his pen to page, ready to try something new. He is ready to experiment, ( Read more... )