Life has just been rushing by so fast, I hardly have time to sit down and catch my breath. Classes have started up, and I just dropped a class for the first time. Yay! Semantics and Pragmatics is exactly as dry and pointless as it sounds. So now I can concentrate on "Why the hell am I taking Racquetball?" and "Why the hell am I reading these pretentious artsy plays?"
There's a temporary lull, just before all the orgs start up. Since I dropped English, I might do German Club after all (might, mind you). But since I'm coaching fencing, and technically have some sort of officer position in Outloud (the LGBTQA oh screw political correctness, the gay group on campus), I really don't want to stretch myself too thin like I did last fall.
Fortunately, drama has so far been kept at a minimum. There is a minor issue with a Jesus-freak who is in and out of the closet like a jack-in-the-box, but he is not my problem, and I will not let him become my problem. I have two resolutions for this year. One is to not make things my problem that aren't, because it doesn't help and just stresses me out. The other is to stop being afraid of things that won't kill me, namely (I finally thought of name, aren't I special) page fright.
I haven't been writing a lot lately. I don't know why. I don't really feel inspired. To keep in shape, I've been writing a page a day of whatever comes into my head (and no, you can't see any, yes that means you). Perhaps if I feel daring I might post some of the better samples. Some of them seem to be connected, leading to intriguing possibilities. I'll probably have something ready to go for NaNoWriMo in November. It's like my normal mood swings (not my 8-month depressive stint) where I know I'll swing back eventually. Sooner or later another story will come.
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