Sigh.

I'm slightly drunk and I need to talk to Christy but I can't seem to get ahold of her.

I want to write again.  I want to feel free again.  I want inspiration.  I want Christy to move here so I can talk to her.  I want my stories to go somewhere instead of just fizzling out and joining the pile of forgotten tales that never got finished.

Everything is terrible, and I need to talk to Christy.

The Laboratory

I know, I should still be working on "Elly Blue". But "The Laboratory" is slowly taking over my brain, as is the music for it. The music alone is worth my distraction from Elly. That's the WORST POSSIBLE CASE. Or is it the best?

I'm so driven by the aural. I hear one little thing and it changes the way I think about anything. Everything. The ridiculous strains that I've been hearing from such an elegant story such as Elly Blue are now dwarfed by the elongated strains that I hear for The Laboratory.



I need musicians. Real ones. Not just aural bitches like me.

Elly Blue

I've been going about my story all wrong and I need Anna to help me out of a serious jam, since her evil, maniacal side works better than mine when pitted against a character I've fallen in love with.

I woke up this morning at 4am and starting writing on pen and paper like a mad woman then texted Anna to call me today.


This story MIGHT be driving me mad.

Future.

I've been doing a little research into what our lifestyle is going to be like in years to come. I've done some looking into what sorts of positions Dan will be eligible for with a PhD in physics, and I'm pleasantly surprised by how much we'll be making. I know it sounds materialistic of me to be all fucked up about money, but I know that my parents had a hard time staying together when the money got tight. It causes problems, so it's good to know we'll be financially secure someday. While he's in college, money will be tight, no doubt about it, but once he's done it'll be great. Most of the salaries were six figures or thereabouts.

In other news, I miss Christy but I can't seem to get in touch with her. The last time I talked to her she said she was depressed, so I guess she's just sort of avoiding people. I think I'll send her a letter tomorrow.

Casey is a stupid bitch.

It turns out all the horrible things that Austin was saying behind my back were actually just Casey's opinions that she attributed to Austin. So I blocked her on all accounts and am never speaking to her again.

Damn!

THANKS SO MUCH FOR GETTING ME ADDICTED TO SEBASTIAN POTION 9, CHRISTY! YOU SLUT!

<3
Anna

School stuffs.

I'm finally back in school, and I really like it so far. I think the problem I had before was that I didn't hope to gain anything personally from my degree, it was just something I felt I needed to do for the end result alone. This time, I'm going to take something away from my college years instead of just wasting thousands of dollars. Honestly, I already know the material being covered in most of my classes, and the one I don't factually know, so far everything instinctually makes sense. But what I can really learn from this is motivation, study skills, the ability to force myself to be someplace and commit to something, which is a very valuable skill indeed.

I'm taking Biology I and the corresponding lab. The lecture meets three times a week, and the lab meets once.

Then I have Cultural Anthropology, which I love so far. It meets three times a week, and the professor is actually being broadcast from another campus onto a TV, but we have microphones so we can ask questions if we need to.

Then there's English, which meets once a week at night, and seems like a fairly fun class. A lot of reading and writing, both of which I love.

Then I have my obligatory Math class, which is just a basic overview of math for non-math majors. That meets twice a week.

I can't believe that's actually five classes. Yet, somehow, it feels like so much less pressure than when I was only taking two at TCC. Fuck. I guess I grew up or something...?