Today is the last day of 2008. So far this year I've broken up with a boyfriend, had surgery, went on a beach vacation in which I only went out to the beach at night (I'm pretty sure my cousins were convinced I was a vampire), took a psych class in which I learned almost nothing, took a creative writing independent study in which I wrote a story that was 56 pages long (and is still not done), got a new boyfriend, went to Little Rock to visit Sarah and Eliza, had a fight with the new boyfriend... and now I'm here.

New Year's Eve always causes me some anxiety. What's going to happen in the new year? Is it going to be as good/fun/terrible/weird as the previous? And then there are the resolutions. I hate resolutions and I never keep them, but I feel this odd compulsion to make them year after year, at which point I agonize over them for the month of January and then forget they ever existed.

A new year also brings me closer to something I dread - senior year at Sewanee. Senior year brings comps, and graduation, both of which I fear. Comps because they're freaking hard, and it's a four-hour handwritten exam. Graduation because then, I have to know what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. And right now, I have no clue. I have three semesters to figure it out, though, and that's plenty of time, right? Right?

Or part of the way, anyway. Enough that it has a beginning, middle, and end, and is a complete story. It's not quite what I wanted - though what I wanted would be novel-sized. I'm thinking about tackling that next semester.

Final page count? Fifty-six pages. It was an epic struggle to get to the end... mostly because I kept wanting to add in stuff that wouldn't make sense, because I hadn't added in the background stuff yet.

Cassie didn't get to have the pseudo-date with Nelson. But that WILL go in there next semester, because it's just too delicious, haha.

That's really all I have to say. The picture, I thought, was perfect for illustrating my current mood.

Hello, again. It's been a while. I've done a lot since my last post... I'm currently at 45 pages, double-spaced, for the Baby Reaper story. I am still lacking a decent title for it. Cassie has met Death, who is a very hot Greek-ish man, she's accidentally killed her boyfriend and tossed him off a bridge, and she's about to go to a Reaper party. Kevin, I have no idea if you actually read my blog, but if you're reading this before I turn in the story, sorry for the spoilers.

I also have new ideas for other stories... but they're still in the formative stages, so I really don't want to talk about them just yet.

I also have some weird-ish news. Well, two pieces of weird-ish news. Firstly, there is a storm grate near the library that gurgles loudly every time I walk past it. I'm convinced that there is a monster in there who is going to come out and eat me if I walk past that grate too many times.

Secondly, there is the Mysterious Boy. About two weeks ago, I saw him for the first time. For those of you who don't know, Sewanee has this tradition called the Passing Hello. When you pass someone on the sidewalk, you say hello. It's just a nice thing to do. Although usually people just do the awkward fake smile thing in order to avoid actually speaking. Well, I was walking to McClurg for lunch one day, and there was a boy walking toward me, away from McClurg. I glanced at him to do the awkward fake smile thing, and then did a double-take. He was GORGEOUS. Dark hair, beautiful eyes, really chiseled face... I think I might have drooled a little. And do you know what he said? He smiled and said, "Hi." And I said, "..............hey." It was awkward.

And then, a few days later, I saw him again in the library. I was sitting at this table across from the stairs and he was coming up the stairs and he smiled at me again. Then he was gone.

And then today, he opened the door for me in McClurg as he was leaving and I was going in. And all I said was "Thank you." Not "Hi, I'm Becca, what's your name?" or "I think you're beautiful. We should get married and have babies." Just "Thank you." Yeah. Polite, but still lacking something.

But then, there's always next time, right?

So I experienced my first Sonic fail today. It rained all morning then got REALLY FREAKING COLD and so my car iced over. I had to crawl in through the passenger side door because it was the only one I could get open. Then I went to pick up Jessica and Eliza and headed off to Sonic to get something to eat. Then we got there. And yeah. The windows were frozen shut. All of them.

We sat in the parking space thing for like ten minutes, and all the windows opened but mine. SUCH a pain. But then mine opened so it was okay.

That's really all.