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Soooo it's been a while. I've had Christmas break - a month at home is a long time. Here is the Sparknotes edition:
Arrived at home - yay good food - Grandparent's Anniversary Party (Mom going INSANE) - Baking frenzy - Drew's new boyfriend Adam yaaaaaay! - fight with idiot ex - SCARIEST MOVIE EVER (Paranormal Activity - I had to sleep with the lights on for days) - sitting at home - Lifetime movies - babysitting - awkward Facebook messages from another ex that I'm still not sure how to interpret - packing up - back to Sewanee!
And so there was my break. And now I'm back at Sewanee, and we had our first day of class today. My schedule is incredible - somehow I've managed to only have Tuesday/Thursday classes and therefore a FOUR-DAY WEEKEND. Yes. It's awesome.
It's nice to be back on the mountain - I'm in a much better place than I was when I left. I'm writing again, which is fabulous and wonderful and amazing - a new project tentatively titled Mothwing. And I'm reading a ton of good things for classes and for fun. I'm generally a lot happier right now, though that could go downhill quickly since I'm comping this semester - ugh. (For those of you who don't go to Sewanee or another school who does this, comping = comprehensive exams = everything you've ever learned for your major and some stuff you haven't. It sucks.)
I still haven't a clue what I'm going to do after graduation, but I figure that'll come to me at some point. I'm thinking about teaching at a private school. Maybe. Or I might be flipping burgers at McDonald's for the rest of my life. Or living in a box under the bridge, as was my original plan.
This one is kind of ramble-y. I don't have a lot to say, because I haven't done much since being back, and there wasn't much of break worth commentary unless you count all that drama, and I really don't want to rant about that on the internet. So yeah. Good times.
Also, I found this funny little picture of Shakespeare and it made me really happy.
It has been over a month since I last posted.
In all honesty, nothing has happened. It's kind of sad.
Let me summarize my month for you:
Minor drama in the suite. Almost-major drama with a boy. Drama in Cadence. Some family drama that I wasn't really a part of, I just heard about it. No writing worth speaking of.
There is a Wikipedia page on writer's block. It defines that state as "a condition, associated with writing as a profession, in which an author loses the ability to produce new work. The condition varies widely in intensity. It can be trivial, a temporary difficulty in dealing with the task in hand. At the other extreme, some "blocked" writers have been unable to work for years on end, and some have even abandoned their careers." (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Writer's_block)
The last statement terrifies me. At the moment, I have this incredible urge to write, to produce something worth reading, and yet when I sit down to do so nothing comes. I can't imagine that feeling stretching on for years at a time.
The picture has nothing to do with the post. I found it forever ago and really really liked it. So here it is.
Scenario: You get a text message from a long-time friend, asking for a favor. You reply to ask what they need, and they answer that they would like you to kiss their significant other.
What the hell do you do with that?
That happened to me tonight. It was freaking awkward. I've been friends with both of them for the longest time, and yeah, the guy did have a crush on me for a while, and I on him, but neither of us would ever dream of doing anything about it because he was in a relationship with one of my very good friends. For a little while they were on a break and he asked me out. I said no. That was also my answer tonight. Apparently this is a fantasy of theirs - including a third person in their relationship. As much as I love the both of them, I just can't be the third wheel. Or third partner, as it were. And I think she might be mad at me, because I called him and asked him what was going on after talking to her.
And to top it all off, there's this guy I like. He's been a good friend of mine for a while, but he was in a relationship, so I just kind of had a minor crush on him, and that was that. But now he's single. Only he likes this other girl, and he confides in me about it. This is also awkward. While I want to be helpful so that he ends up happy, I also want to be selfish and sabotage it. I won't, though. I don't think I could do that.
My life is so weird.
