The first thing that I’d like to do? Is to chug it it when it comes to working tonight instead of sipping it politely over the course of nine hours. Too bad I can’t.
So I found out some devastating news this morning. Part of me is wondering how I’m managing not to simply freak the dickens out, but I’m kind of sick and tired so it might just be taking its sweet time sinking into my processing cortex. But, here it is: The UC lady told me today, for the first time, mind you, that the only way I can test out of my prerequisite French classes? Would be to go back in time and take the equivalency test before I started taking my current French class. Groan.
I do have a little hope though. I’m pulling a “When Bank’s Compete, You Win” type scam, or at least trying awfully hard to. I emailed Kent State and asked them if I could test out of my French classes with their equivalency. Of course, it will probably be about mid-January of 2011 before I hear back from anyone, but ya gots to do whats ya gots to do, eh?
Sigh.
The encouraging thing about life of late though is two fold. First, I’ve worked a little on my story for Writer’s Group and it is sucking much less than I thought it might be at this current state of development. And, second, I’ve found a really good friend in James Scott.
Maybe it’s the name, and all us Scotts are bound to stick together. Incidentally and on totally unrelated tangent I looked up my name on BabyNames.com and found out that apparently I’m a Pure Sea Of Bitterness Of Scottish Descent. Not completely encouraging. But back to James. It’s nice to have someone you can call up in the middle of the night because your jerkwad sister and brother are weenies and “have to sleep” because they “have work in the morning” and say, “Hey! This is what I heard on Christian Talk Radio tonight. Whattaya think?”, and have the person not only not say, “You?! Listen to Christian Talk Radio?! EWWW!” , but even be able to have an insightful discussion about it with. It’s even better probably when that person can quote almost verbatim the prologue to The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, which of course he can. All in all, a specimen that I wasn’t expecting but that I appreciate nonetheless.
I can’t wait to get some more work done on my writing piece. I think that I’m usually alright when it comes to pacing, and I think I might even be slightly better than alright when it comes to character development. There’s probably more insight given to the internal lives of people in my stories than most readers even have about themselves. It’s the plot lines that I really bomb on. There’s usually just not enough going on. Not that a story has to be full of explosions or Nazis and vampires running around everywhere, but it’s unrealistic that this is all there is to someone’s life. No one sits around reflecting constantly probably unless they’re living alone in the woods or are terminally depressed. But with a little ridicule and assistance from my Writer’s Group compatriots, I think I just might be able to pull this one out of the toilet.
Also, I’ve found out that, surprisingly enough, part of what I love about writing is the actual doing of it. I love looking at the screen while my fingers race around and watching my ideas trickle themselves out, line after line. Part of me even loves writing emails for this reason. I know, I’m a freak. And, I probably should have been a piano player.
*blush* Same to you!
What you need is Michael J. Fox. He’s dreamy.