luxemburger

My computer is dyyyyying. Just in time for finals and giant papers of doom and finals and did I mention finals? Computer, if you can read what I am typing, please do not die. This is not the time. Hold on just another month or so. That's all I ask.

I am going home this weekend! My mom has me all booked up with plans, but I think it might be fun anyway. Maybe. I don't think she understands that I really can't afford to go visiting family for hours and hours on Sunday afternoon. I have classes on Monday and big assignments due next week. Easter is rather inconvenient on the school calendar, isn't it. Maybe Easter should hold out for another month too.

I saw the most heartwarming/breaking event yesterday morning. The crying boyfriend I mentioned the other day walked his girlfriend (the one who was drunk and asking for someone else) to the bus stop. He kissed her cheek and then he turned back toward the dorms. As soon as he left, she got on her cell phone and called someone else. I couldn't hear the conversation, so I don't know who. Her boyfriend stopped halfway back to the dorm and turned around to give her a little wave, but she didn't see him (because she was on the phone). I watched him walk the rest of the way back, and his shoulders definitely sagged after the failed wave. Poor guy.

This Creative Writing story I'm working on is eating my brain. This is what I'm turning in tomorrow. It's supposed to be an eight page draft, which it is, but I'm not putting an ending on the draft because the final story is supposed to be twice as long and there's no way I could do an ending justice with just eight pages. And I know it's just a draft, but I don't like the idea of not doing this story justice. So. Anyway.

I guess I'd better sleep, eh? If I'm going home tomorrow. Or today. Whichever day it is now.

Creative Writing assignment for this week: a two-page scene, highly dialogue-driven, two primary characters and an outside first-person narrative.

( Written in about 20 minutes. )

I think today qualifies as a good day so far.

My favorite purple skirt, legs currently unshaven for going on four months. I know people like my mother would cringe if they knew, but I just don't care. It's my skirt, and I feel pretty in it. (Of course that doesn't change the fact that I plan on shaving this weekend. It's been long enough, I think.)

I think I've got an ending for my Creative Writing short story. I definitely have a plot. It's not very dramatic, but it ought to make a good story. I'll be happy with it, in any case. (Anyone want to beta eventually?) Eleanor, the main character, is one of the only students at her private school whose family doesn't attend the Sunday mass. The story is mostly about her fixation on the possibility of a natural disaster, but there's also a side plot about her crush on the other "outsider" at the school.

I got an A on a test I thought for sure I was going to fail. (Actually, I expected a C, like I got on the midterm. It's really hard to pay attention in that class.) The AI said my essay was spotty on details, which is true. I took all of my details from my answers for the multiple-choice questions because those were the only details I was sure of.

I wrote outside for a while, leaning against the driest wall I could find. I stayed out there until my papers started blowing away, and then I gave up. (Also, I had class to head toward, so.)

I'll be even happier in an hour and a half when I'm completely done with classes for the week. *clings to her weekend*