Today I have done four things.
- I have played with cats. In playing with cats I was reminded of how FREAKING CUTE they are and also that I am allergic and am now a sniffling mess.
- I have watched seven episodes of Supernatural, and am still going strong.
- I bought two pairs of shorts, the cutest dress, and a denim shirt that I just want to wear forever because it is soft and I love it.
- And of course, food.
It’s been a good day.
brb, going flying
Missing three classes, in each of which I have MEGA important tests coming up, but still.
First flight everrrrrr. Too pumped.
(Yes, I’m an aerospace engineering major who has never been in a plane. Hardy har har. That’s about to change, bitchezzz.)
You guys. I got a job offer.
And not like a cashier job. An engineering job. People want to pay me money to analyze their spaceflight vehicles and shit. LIKE FOR REAL. PAY ME TO DO ENGINEERING BECAUSE THEY THINK I AM SMART ENOUGH TO FUCKING DO REAL WORK LIKE AGHHHH.
And you guys… it’s in California.
Sooo yeah. Should I take it? I’m all “I’m a big girl!” and then I’m all “Imma wait til my parents are home so I can talk to them about it.”
It’s “my friend who I only see 4 or 5 times a year is coming into town tomorrow and I CAN’T WAIT” edition.
I see this boy approximately 5 times a year, sometimes more, sometimes less, and yet this weekend will be the seventh year in a row we are in the same place the first weekend of March. The first two of those years we didn’t know each other but found out later that we were in the same place. The third was when we each decided the other was a cool person and struck up a friendship. And every year after that has been highly anticipated.
So on this Friday I am smiling. I am remembering the year we were in the same band and didn’t know it, the year we were each first chair of a different band, the year I fixed your hackey sack, the year we kissed, the year you had a girlfriend, and the year I had a boyfriend.
Here’s to a seventh first weekend of March.
Tomorrow is Friday Friday Friday Friday FRIDAY FRIDAYYYY.
My NaNoWriMo t shirt came in the mail today!
This will be my third NaNo and I’ve always donated but never bought a shirt so I’m really psyched about it!
Pssst, if you haven’t already decided to write a novel this month, you should check it out and join in. It’s monkey barrels of fun!
On the agenda for this three-day weekend:
- lab report
- resume and cover letter
- calc 2 homework
- sleeping past 7 (all the way to 10?!)
I am appropriately excited. Except about the lab report. And Calculus. And resume and cover letter. But for everything else, I am appropriately excited.
In less than twelve hours I will see Rich for the first time in over two months.
On the outside:
On the inside:
This is me. Writing a novel. (Well, brainstorming for a novel.) You heard me. Somehow today “I’m going to look at cute pictures of cats on the internet” turned into “I’m going to write a novel in June even though I’m starting four days late.” And honestly, I’m a little terrified.
If my two years of experience with National Novel Writing Month have taught me anything, however, it is that I can do this and I shouldn’t be afraid of it. Some of my favorite words of encouragement from NaNoWriMo have been:
“The first step in writing a good book: giving yourself permission to write a bad book.”
“Novels are written by everyday people who give themselves permission to write novels.”
“You have a book in you that only you can write. Your story matters. Your voice matters. The world will be richer for you seeing this crazy, creative escapade through to 50,000 words.”
Although I’m afraid that I will fail and afraid that I will write another piece of crap manuscript, or at least 50,000 words of one; although all I know right now is that I have three college roommates who hate each other and accidentally kill someone; although I work and have friends and have things going on this month and am starting so late that by tonight I am supposed to have 6668 words written, I am doing this anyway.
Cheer me on a little? I’m gonna need it.
I got some Chacos today. I am sooo that little kid who gets all excited about new shoes and bounces up and down like, “Can I wear them out of the store?! Can we go for a walk?! These are my MAGIC SHOES THAT MAKE ME AWESOME.”