Friday, November 08, 2002
I am scheduled to work for ten hours next week.
Ten hours. Two days. That's all! Fifteen of my hours were cut. That's a hefty chunk of hours.
This kind of frightened me at first, but after a few questions to my shift supervisor, I was informed that it was probably a one-time thing, and that it wasn't a sign of some sort of "problem" with me as an employee -- he assured me that if there was an issue with me, he would have heard about it, and would have let me know. So, with that knowledge, I felt a little better. In fact, much better. Because you know what? This means I have... LOTS OF FREE TIME! Woo hoo!
I'm going to read. I'm going to read a lot. And beta. And edit. And maybe even write.
Ah, bliss.
Today I wrote a check for a fairly large sum of money. I have probably never been happier to hand over money like that; but this check assured me a place in the study abroad program this summer. Guess who's spending a month in Italy? I'm terribly excited already -- and I won't even be leaving until May. But it should be positively wonderful. I'm totally looking forward to it. And that little side trip I'm taking to England afterward ought to be fun, too. :)
I finally registered for my classes next semester. Naturally, because I missed my first registration period, all of the really cool English classes, like fantasy literature and creative writing, were already filled, so I ended up with Elizabethan prose and poetry, along with painting, ceramics, US history since 1865, and astronomy. We'll see how it goes. The one thing I can say for sure is that I am SO getting in on my first registration period next semester.
I'm writing something that isn't for class. Wow. It's rather heavily inspired by Arabella's The Very Secret Diary, but I think it certainly has its own... originality. Some of you have already seen bits of it -- I must say, it's a suprisingly slow write, but oh, well. In any case, I'll go ahead and post the "teaser" piece that I included in one of the comments on Emily's blog. Enjoy. I hope. :)
At last, he was free.
In the first moment of awakening, it had seemed as if he were underwater, and suddenly thrust up to a surface of blank pages. But nothing happened after that. No pools of ink seeped into his memory, no thoughts and secrets on which to feed. He had begun to slip back into his quiet dormancy, perhaps for another fifty years—until everything changed with two hastily-penned words.
Dear Diary...
Heh heh heh. :)
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