This week.

Is somewhat how I imagine hell to be like.

Due Monday:
Reading for Realism.
Lab report.
Paper for Gender.

Due Tuesday:
Study guide for Geology.

Due Wednesday:
Spanish test/Lab manual and Workbook due.
Reading for Realism.

Due Thursday:
Geology exam.
Workshop paper/3 critiques for Fiction.

Due Friday:
Reaction paper for Realism.

My life is wonderful.

Ha.

Tomorrow=writing my paper, doing my lab report, and reading. Oh, and doing laundry. Bah.

Now, however--as early as it is--I'm going to bed. I'm wiped.

New tattoo? Yes, I think so.

Mmmhmm.

But, it occurs to me that I still need to post pictures of my other latest. The celtic knot tree that is wonderful.

I'll get to it.

Now, bed.

I write too much.

I don't mean that I write too often. I mean when I do write, that I write a lot of words. Too many sometimes.

I wonder why this is.

Sometimes they are important and other times they are not.

I cannot justify it one way or the other, though. I cannot say that it is good--because perhaps it is not. Short and sweet is the way to go, right? No, no, you see--everything is in the details. I'm big on details. Sometimes I get lost in them and have to dig my way back out.

I'm not sure if this is a problem. Description is something I so love to write. Weaving in and out and between the lines, getting into the thick of what I'm telling--that sometimes I believe that I cannot see the pages for lines [that, my friends is the literary version of "I cannot see the forest for the trees"--I am so creative]. I am like Tolkien in this respect. I could write an entire chapter in a novel about the history of a road and how it came to be and completely forget that Frodo must get the ring to Mount Doom before it is too late.

But, I cannot imagine my stories without these everlong tellings of nonsensical things. They are who I am. It is in my chapter long descriptions that I find who I truly am as a writer. It is true that perhaps they will be dispelled from the story eventually, but for now, I believe I find a small kind of creative solace in them.

They are routed in realism--I'm not too big on the abstract, not that I wouldn't love to be, I just I'm not too creative when it comes to such things--so, it is not that they are silly feelings or metaphors of blue-skyed souls. No, they are simply descriptions. Of a character, or a place, or an object. And they are long.

I wonder if this is a bad thing. I wonder if I will ever know. I wonder if I will always be lost in them. I wonder if I will always write too many words.

Oh, the adventure that is writing. I love it so.

I should be reading McTeague. Instead I'm here.

Fail Sarah.

Anyway.

Today was lovely. I had a me day today. Rather than going to my only class of the day, Geology [which I'd never missed before today], I took a me day and went to Calhoun to the Outlets. It was very productive as I got two pairs of jeans a sweater at the Gap outlet. Wonderful.

Then, tonight, I watched NCIS with Hannah, of course. =]. Mike was on and it was fabulous. Oh, it's my love.

I know it was sort of a waste day, but it was good for my soul--especially after yesterday. I do believe that if I had to repeat yesterday for all of eternity--that would be hell. Except for last night--which was good. Erin and Caroline have decided that they are going to step down, since they are both graduating, and that Ashley and I are going to become co-presidents of EMPOWER now. Yay! =].

Well--I suppose I should read or something. Blah.

funtimes.

Awesome. Night.

I love Halloween. And friends who are amazing.

I also love when you make new wonderful friends that you know in a instant that you will forever be friends. It makes me smile a lot.

Also, the fact that everyone loved my costume tonight made my life. Yay for walking into my father's closet Sarah and walking out Dr. Countryman. I am brilliant.

Bed. Goodnight.

The end.

=].

Oh! A year ago today--as it is actually Nov. 1st now--I shaved my head. Damn straight.