I'm a minimalist when it comes to encouragement.
I just like to read, and I like to talk to other people who read. So I'll read the book and tell you about it, you read the book, and we'll talk.
If any of you are still visiting here, hoping for an update in my life, you shan't find it here. I have moved locations, and will probably be soon locking this place down, at least for the next couple months. Visit me at http://irishtravel.blogspot.com to find out what I'm up to whilst in Ireland.
Okay, not really. But my credit card isn't dead, as previously thought. So, if I want to eat, I can. Parents'll be up on Saturday to bring up my desk and dresser and take home my clothes and some of my room decorations. Need to bag up all my hangers, throw away or file a bunch of papers and random trash...write out a schedule for cleaning and packing for next week. And I see that my previous post didn't, um, post, but it wasn't anything big. I banged my foot up and I thought it was falling off. It didn't. It's still attached. Mike put me to work on his I-Core case today (those business kids are hardcore...I know we all give 'em hell for doing nothing, but holy hell. They bust their asses for this) because I know things about Magical Realism. So hopefully I gave them the help they need. I can do some more research if need be, and maybe buy some books, under the guise of assisting in research of course :)
Pressing question: Who was the mother of Bowser's children? I maintain that there must be a Mrs. Bowser somewhere. I just don't buy that he crossbred with a KoopaTroopa. The kids look too much like him. But where is she?
Just another quick before bedtime post to say that I'm feeling good about life. Sure, my apartment is still something of a mess...but I made some headway tonight. Sure, maybe I'm just an undergraduate English major who writes for fun...but my poem I'm working on write now is damn good, and will, in my opinion, be ready for publication before too terribly long. Sure, it's gonna be a long, scary three months without my friends and family next semester...but I'm getting a chance to live my dream. And I'll be home soon enough, and ready to put things in my life in their proper place. There's a life waiting to explode, and it's mine, all mine. No one can take that from me. Goodnight all.
Should I pack and take hangers with me to Ireland? How about towels and bed sheets? Pillow? My apartment is furnished, but I'm not sure how furnished it is. Or should I just buy those things once I'm there. (Sheets and towels would be okay, but if I'm having to bust out for a blanket and a pillow...those sorts of things could add up!) I'm not taking too many plug in things...can't have my cell phone there, I'll be getting a new one...video camera and digital camera are about the only thing with plugs I'm taking. I'll buy a hair dryer there. I'll donate all of this stuff to a Goodwill type charity organization when I'm done. I think the big one there is St. Vincent de Paul. But hangers. That's my big question.
So probably no one will read this. Because it's been way too long for anyone to still be checking. But just in case, I'll go ahead and do some updating. Matt's all moved out of the apt, so I'm here alone, and I'll be working a lot this week, trying to get laundry all done and knickknacks all packed up and sent home. Getting all ready for Ireland, or at least trying to. It's like I have so much packing to do for that, that I can't even get my mind wrapped around everything I need to do. Spent the last week in Florida with the fam, got a tan, had a blast. Got attacked by sand dollars, which was a little ridiculous, but it happens. With the help of Adi's goggles, saw the tiniest hermit crab EVER. Seriously, not even as long as a pinky fingernail. In a tiny shell. He was great. Played lots and lots of Frisbee, since Jill and I are planning on going pro sometime soon. Um, what else, what else...SAW THE DEVIL'S REJECTS AND IT IS FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!!!! Personally, I don't feel it's as good as the first one, but still, definitely a very very good movie. Made me a little sad for Otis. That's all I'm gonna say about that. And. I'm not going to even discuss the new Harry Potter book here, because blogger doesn't offer a cut option, and I don't want to spoil for anyone. Grady and Tracy, my editors at IR, have both asked me numerous times who dies in the book, and I just can't bring myself to tell them. If they really wanna know they'll read it online. Today, hung out with Austin for a while, watched and made fun of Star Trek, then subjected him to Little House on the Prarie, Dr. Phil, and Oprah. I think he was glad to see me go. And then to Target with Jill and Steph, to buy presents for Pam. And then to the rest of the mall. We played with a Papillion at the pet store, and it's the best dog ever. He was tiny and his little legs were too short for his body, so he couldn't really run, he just kind of hopped and tripped and slid on the floor. We almost stuffed him in my purse to steal him, but decided that would be mean. So we gave him back to the pet store lady. Ate supper twice, and then played with Mike for a little while after he finished up his school stuff for the day. Also, did some major work on a poem, which I think is going to be the lead poem in a chapbook I want to start work on. I've decided that I need to have a project to work on whilst in Ireland, or I might just forget to write. I also need to put together a portfolio for while I'm gone, and look at getting a prep class for GREs. God, I feel like I ought to have so much time left before I need to start looking into this, but truth is, I need to get everything together soonish. Okay. Bedtime for me. Up early to cancel the cable and pay my credit card bill (eep!) and go to campus for fun times at IR. Love you!