Ending a Fall
The fall semester's almost over, and I couldn't be happier. I'm one semester away from graduation, then I can leave New Orleans and go somewhere happy and new. I can have a car, and a house, and finally stop feeling like I'm drifting from place to place like a well-educated vagrant-and I know so many!
I'm heading back home for Christmas, and to Orlando with my mom for New Year's. I'm dragging Connor with me because my family desperately wants to meet him. Then it's back to Tulsa and New Orleans again for another semester. And I'm done. I'm so done. I wanna be done with this phase of my life. I feel stuck in some sort of stasis, rotting in a dorm room. My only ways to interact with the people I love are IRC and WoW.
That having been said, I'm so excited about this winter break. I've got enough Zyrtec and Lamictal to last me through the break. The Zyrtec is so that Connor's cats don't kill me when I cuddle them. I love the kitties, but I can't touch them without my asthma getting really bad. The Lamictal is for the bipolar disorder. My doctor says it's getting less intense, but I can expect episodes for a while until the drugs get my brain chemicals under control. Yay.
I'm not getting a 4.0 this semester. My grades are awesome, but they're not all A's. Somewhere in my screwed up head, I'm beating myself up over that. I know it's not bad, but I keep getting really depressed about it.
I wrote two short stories this semester, and now I get to write a thesis paper based on a story I tried to write for my site: Navigator. I'm really excited about it. I actually have a course on my transcript called "Navigator." The title of the thesis is "Navigator: A Contemporary Voyage to the Otherworld." I have to do an analytic component on the immrama, which are a genre of the Old Irish voyage epic, and then I have to do a creative component, where I write a heavily condensed version of Navigator. Since it's condensed, it gets to be called "Navigator" instead of Navigator. There might be a Navigator eventually, but that'll be after I'm done with "Navigator."
P.S. I love italics. They make me almost as happy as bold.
I'm heading back home for Christmas, and to Orlando with my mom for New Year's. I'm dragging Connor with me because my family desperately wants to meet him. Then it's back to Tulsa and New Orleans again for another semester. And I'm done. I'm so done. I wanna be done with this phase of my life. I feel stuck in some sort of stasis, rotting in a dorm room. My only ways to interact with the people I love are IRC and WoW.
That having been said, I'm so excited about this winter break. I've got enough Zyrtec and Lamictal to last me through the break. The Zyrtec is so that Connor's cats don't kill me when I cuddle them. I love the kitties, but I can't touch them without my asthma getting really bad. The Lamictal is for the bipolar disorder. My doctor says it's getting less intense, but I can expect episodes for a while until the drugs get my brain chemicals under control. Yay.
I'm not getting a 4.0 this semester. My grades are awesome, but they're not all A's. Somewhere in my screwed up head, I'm beating myself up over that. I know it's not bad, but I keep getting really depressed about it.
I wrote two short stories this semester, and now I get to write a thesis paper based on a story I tried to write for my site: Navigator. I'm really excited about it. I actually have a course on my transcript called "Navigator." The title of the thesis is "Navigator: A Contemporary Voyage to the Otherworld." I have to do an analytic component on the immrama, which are a genre of the Old Irish voyage epic, and then I have to do a creative component, where I write a heavily condensed version of Navigator. Since it's condensed, it gets to be called "Navigator" instead of Navigator. There might be a Navigator eventually, but that'll be after I'm done with "Navigator."
P.S. I love italics. They make me almost as happy as bold.