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Still want to poke my eye out. I got a big black spot in my peripheral vision last night and freaked the hell out, but it went away after a few minutes. I guess it could have been an afterimage, even though I don't remember staring into any light, but I couldn't see through it at all. I really, really don't want to go the the ER for something that is probably nothing. I don't want to go blind in my right eye either. Decisions, decisions.
Still have to finish this Blake paper, despite the pain. My professor is sick and missed the meeting where we were supposed to discuss it. With any luck, she'll give us an extension, or at least a chance to redo the paper after we get her comments (she basically already promised the latter before she got sick, so I assume that's a given now).
I don't think I wrote about the reception my fiction writing draft received. I wrote a story about a werewolf and it was the first fantasy story to be critiqued. I was certain the non-fantasy people were going to hate it and afraid the fantasy people wouldn't be impressed. Turns out the fantasy people loved it (OMG, biggest compliment ever, although knowing some of them also love Stephenie Meyer kind of makes me doubt their opinions), and most of the non-fantasy ones were really intrigued (including the professor, who hates fantasy). Apparently I did well in avoiding werewolf and fantasy cliches, and since the conflict was the character fighting with her own feelings and loyalties it was something that everyone could identify with. I got a lot of compliments on my characters' voices and no one saw the end coming, which tickled me. That was a couple days ago and I'm still grinning.
I rearranged my room last night because Mom sent me a flameless candle display and I wanted to set it up, and that got me to procrastinating and putting everything somewhere new. The back half of my dresser is now sort of an altar, with my candles and my angels. I'm really pleased with it. I dusted most of my room too , which can only help with this sinus thing.
Okay, back to the paper. Procrastination time is over.
Still have to finish this Blake paper, despite the pain. My professor is sick and missed the meeting where we were supposed to discuss it. With any luck, she'll give us an extension, or at least a chance to redo the paper after we get her comments (she basically already promised the latter before she got sick, so I assume that's a given now).
I don't think I wrote about the reception my fiction writing draft received. I wrote a story about a werewolf and it was the first fantasy story to be critiqued. I was certain the non-fantasy people were going to hate it and afraid the fantasy people wouldn't be impressed. Turns out the fantasy people loved it (OMG, biggest compliment ever, although knowing some of them also love Stephenie Meyer kind of makes me doubt their opinions), and most of the non-fantasy ones were really intrigued (including the professor, who hates fantasy). Apparently I did well in avoiding werewolf and fantasy cliches, and since the conflict was the character fighting with her own feelings and loyalties it was something that everyone could identify with. I got a lot of compliments on my characters' voices and no one saw the end coming, which tickled me. That was a couple days ago and I'm still grinning.
I rearranged my room last night because Mom sent me a flameless candle display and I wanted to set it up, and that got me to procrastinating and putting everything somewhere new. The back half of my dresser is now sort of an altar, with my candles and my angels. I'm really pleased with it. I dusted most of my room too , which can only help with this sinus thing.
Okay, back to the paper. Procrastination time is over.