Well, here I am. Another semester means more stories to be written. So far I'm planning on getting as close to finished with the Baby Reaper story (which I did find a new title for, by the way - "A Little Death" - but I can't seem to stop calling it the Baby Reaper story) as possible, and at least beginning one more. With the way I'm going, I'll have two novels on my hands at once - I seem to have lost the ability to write a short story. I have ideas for a story about this place called Wicker Hollow... but so far I only have the setting and the characters. I can't quite figure out what they're supposed to be doing. It'll come to me eventually, I guess, if I sit in the library long enough.

Speaking of the library, I am apparently a "sick individual" for being here today, or so says Melanie. I don't have any classes on Tuesdays or Thursdays this semester, and classes only having started today, I haven't had one yet - and despite that, I'm still in the library. I guess that's just me, haha.

I don't have much to say today. Kevin didn't email me any preliminary thoughts on the Baby Reaper story, so I'm a little anxious to find out what he thought. I'll email him sometime this week to see when he wants to meet, probably.

Also, Rush is coming up. Frightening, isn't it? We have to do our skit, and make cheese bitches - Eliza and I went Wal-Marting yesterday and bought twenty loaves of bread, plus all the other stuff one needs to make cheese bitches (which I cannot say here, as it is a secret ADT recipe). We looked kind of weird at the check-out, having a shopping cart full of bread. Rush is... not the most pleasant experience. I love getting new sisters, but I hate talking to freshman girls - it's so awkward, because no one knows what to say so everyone asks the same questions - what's your name? where are you from? what dorm are you in? what classes are you taking? That kind of thing. It gets so repetitive.

Anyway, so that's it. I've procrastinated long enough... I'm going to work now. Uh huh.