I'm back, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitches!!!!!!
Okay, so I'm back again. Been so long since I've written here, and now I'm back!!!! I know...seems like the last few posts have started with a very similar sentiment. But, well, who am I to ignore tradition?
SO....I realized my last post was about meeting the guy from online. It went well, with my friends being ninjas with beer. At least one had a beer. The other probably had ice tea. But, I've seen him one other time than that night. He went with me and my friends to the masquerade ball thrown by GSA. It was fabulous! And I looked pretty damn good in my blue prom dress. He came in a suit, bless his heart. But now, I haven't heard from him in a few weeks. And, of course, that makes me paranoid. We made plans to go to Tokyo Diner once he had an income again, but nothing definite. Now I haven't heard from him, and my mind is racing. Did he meet someone else on line? Did he NOT meet someone, but is now bored with me? Is he simply as busy as I am with the end of the semester approaching? Or did he never like and was pretending as part of a big, cosmic joke?!?!? As you can see, speculation and the mind of a writer just don't mix. I'm a bit worried, since he never answered my last e-mail, but I guess I'll wait for this weekend, and then message him. Just a friendly "Hey. *poke* just making sure you're still alive" sort of message. Nothing to insane.
I'm trying to not make this a superlong post, as I have tons of work to do and this is just procrastination. I am trying to survive the end of the semester rush, but every professor has decided to shit on me as well as my roommate. So the room is filled to bursting with stress. Hence the planning. The planning of the wonder night at the end of the semester. My roomie and I have decided that at the end of the semester, after her last final, we will clean the room. Clean it of alcohol. We'll be drinking until we're fair sillier than usual and trying to touch the Ipod in the TV set. Plus there will probably be movies and chinese food. A bonding moment for the two of us. ;-P If the movies get done before the alcohol, then we'll probably stay up and watch trashy shows on VH1. Our guilty pleasure of choice.
*sigh*....now back into the breach, dear friend. Time to read psych text books, write memoirs, and critique others. Critique stories that make me want to stab out my eyes with dull pencils, and demand that the "writer" leave the school immediately. I forever fear that her abilities are contagious and will ruin my good streak so far this semester. (one story published, one up for a national award, and another on the way!)
SO....I realized my last post was about meeting the guy from online. It went well, with my friends being ninjas with beer. At least one had a beer. The other probably had ice tea. But, I've seen him one other time than that night. He went with me and my friends to the masquerade ball thrown by GSA. It was fabulous! And I looked pretty damn good in my blue prom dress. He came in a suit, bless his heart. But now, I haven't heard from him in a few weeks. And, of course, that makes me paranoid. We made plans to go to Tokyo Diner once he had an income again, but nothing definite. Now I haven't heard from him, and my mind is racing. Did he meet someone else on line? Did he NOT meet someone, but is now bored with me? Is he simply as busy as I am with the end of the semester approaching? Or did he never like and was pretending as part of a big, cosmic joke?!?!? As you can see, speculation and the mind of a writer just don't mix. I'm a bit worried, since he never answered my last e-mail, but I guess I'll wait for this weekend, and then message him. Just a friendly "Hey. *poke* just making sure you're still alive" sort of message. Nothing to insane.
I'm trying to not make this a superlong post, as I have tons of work to do and this is just procrastination. I am trying to survive the end of the semester rush, but every professor has decided to shit on me as well as my roommate. So the room is filled to bursting with stress. Hence the planning. The planning of the wonder night at the end of the semester. My roomie and I have decided that at the end of the semester, after her last final, we will clean the room. Clean it of alcohol. We'll be drinking until we're fair sillier than usual and trying to touch the Ipod in the TV set. Plus there will probably be movies and chinese food. A bonding moment for the two of us. ;-P If the movies get done before the alcohol, then we'll probably stay up and watch trashy shows on VH1. Our guilty pleasure of choice.
*sigh*....now back into the breach, dear friend. Time to read psych text books, write memoirs, and critique others. Critique stories that make me want to stab out my eyes with dull pencils, and demand that the "writer" leave the school immediately. I forever fear that her abilities are contagious and will ruin my good streak so far this semester. (one story published, one up for a national award, and another on the way!)