what happens when you dive in WITHOUT the deep breath first...

I miss writing. The great irony is that I am doing nothing but writing right now...but academic writing and decompression writing are two wildly different processes. So I feel justified (though slightly silly) in stating that I miss writing.

Clint is constantly on my mind right now...it's funny how you can forget how much you care about people after long periods apart, only to be reminded very suddenly when something happens. All of the Bortons are so special...I hope he pulls out of this soon. I think my Thanksgiving wish (and yes, there is such a thing) this year will be that the Bortons won't have to spend Thanksgiving in a hospital.

So the most incredible opportunity fell into my lap today...well, more like my English professor thrust it in my face and wouldn't let me leave (literally, she blocked the door) before I agreed to pursue it. I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I can't help, much like Hugh Laurie, but to be "highly suspicious of success." But even if this doesn't work out, I will always have the knowledge that my prof thought I was good enough, and deserved this opportunity. That I know I will NEVER forget.

So me and my two best buddies in mythology were up until the wee hours of the morning last night writing our stupid mythology term paper. We were supposed to peer edit them in class today, but the three of us could not think or talk straight. We kept bursting into uncontrollable laughter for no reason (although Dawn did give us plenty of reason with her antics, come to think of it.
Dawn + three hours of sleep + three cups of coffee = an unforgettable experience.)

Hehe.

Anyway, after I realized I'd misspelled "reason" as "reeson" on my edit worksheet, I finally admitted to myself that I was simply not going to be accomplishing anything useful today. Then I remembered that I had tutoring all evening, plus two papers to finish before tomorrow. And college just does not provide a lot of leeway for nervous breakdowns. :)

So I have never been more ready for the holidays. I'm listening to Christmas music constantly, daydreaming about Christmas shopping (I know! ME!!) and mentally creating a list of crazy fun things I want to do over Christmas break w/ my favorite peeps. I wonder if this sentimentality is coming from the fact that I know my family will shortly be heading in opposite directions, simply a result of me getting older, or my miserably pathetic craving of home cooked meals. Whichever it is, bring on the holidays, baby.

:D