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.
As the end of the semester nears…
hate week = I hate my life.
hell week = self explanatory.
dead week = I am dead. Everyone is dead. The week, however, is not dead, and there are still things to do.
finals week = OH MY GOD I AM DYING I WANT TO BE DEAD OH GOD SHOOT ME AND THEN
OH GOSH IT’S OVER AND I DON’T EVEN CARE HOW THOSE EXAMS WENT BECAUSE FOR A FEW DAYS I CAN JUST BE HAPPY I DON’T HAVE 17 TRILLION THINGS TO DO.
Welcome to college.
So far the main con is that the beds are ridiculously high and I (at 5’2) cannot sit up on mine without hitting my head on the ceiling. They do, however, provide trash cans, and that is a major pro.
On the size of a box.
- Me: My shoes are in a box!
- Boyfriend: All your shoes? How big is the box?
- Me: It doesn't have the dimensions on it. It says M&Ms all over and it says it held 288 variously sized packs of M&Ms.
I finished all the available seasons of my favorite show on Netflix. Now what am I supposed to do with myself?
School’s out for the summer!
Last day of high school, first beach trip of the summer. Freckles and tan lines, I have missed you so. Nasty hair, not so much.
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.
