*drum roll, please*
I'm thinking of taking a big leap and getting it published!
Let me know if you can help please.
Z
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Publishing?
I know that nary a soul passes by here, but I'm looking for someone who will be willing to read (or reread) Ship Song and give it a thorough edit because...
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Live, damn you!
Well, rip my socks off and call me Alice.
A year and three months since my last blog post.
I return to my blog triumphant. I graduated with a degree in English and History with distinction. I'm currently doing English Honours and doing as well as one can.
Still saving the world, three vegetarian meals a day.
Still writing, having finished two novels: Ship Song and Still A Captain. It remains to be seen whether I'll send them to a publisher. I doubt it, but it has a small readership of five and its enough for me.
Still a local dojo hero and halfway to two black belts. What a ninja. Hrm.
I plan to go through this blog and delete a lot of crap and keep the more thoughtful/useful posts. A lot of it is emo crap, some of it was a period in my life I'd rather not go through again.
So, off I go with a giant set of shears and a braced ego against the junk I know I will find.
A year and three months since my last blog post.
I return to my blog triumphant. I graduated with a degree in English and History with distinction. I'm currently doing English Honours and doing as well as one can.
Still saving the world, three vegetarian meals a day.
Still writing, having finished two novels: Ship Song and Still A Captain. It remains to be seen whether I'll send them to a publisher. I doubt it, but it has a small readership of five and its enough for me.
Still a local dojo hero and halfway to two black belts. What a ninja. Hrm.
I plan to go through this blog and delete a lot of crap and keep the more thoughtful/useful posts. A lot of it is emo crap, some of it was a period in my life I'd rather not go through again.
So, off I go with a giant set of shears and a braced ego against the junk I know I will find.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Easter!
Wow, almost a month to the day since my last post...
Well, it is officially vacation, although it just means I can sleep a little later in the mornings. I've finished one setwork (Beloved by Tony Morrison...I'm still not entirely sure what it all means) and now I'm trying to finish Anthony and Cleopatra. This last week, I was disgustingly lazy, got very little done. Yeah, drew some pretty pictures, so what...getting fat, its shameful. I *need* to be thin so that I can be fast enough in my training to avoid injury. No space for the chubby!
This coming week, I have much reading to do in preparation for my History essay on the impact of the African crisis on the environment, especially regarding animal conservation, game depletion and the bush meat trade. (Sounds like sexy fun, doesn't it?) I really must get back into going to gym loyally. Graham usually goes with me, and keeps my lazy ass on the cycling bike or counts my sit-ups to make sure I'm not cheating, and its not as much fun without him, nor do I feel as dedicated. I see now why people train in super-tight clothes...they feel revolted or motivated by what they see. Since I train in baggy pants and loose t-shirts, I don't notice much, and therefore don't feel as bad when I leave early.
And I used to be so disciplined.
Otherwise, it has been a good week. I've hosted two LANs (bunch of people playing computer games together and generally being loud and rude, grand fun) and had friends over for dinner. Saw Sweeney Todd, thoughts on that later, and had a wonderful champagne breakfast this morning. (Yes, students manage a champagne lifestyle on lemonade money). We tried out the baklava I made...it seems to have been a success. Yay for me! I'm trying to work on getting the pastry crispier, but I think that its either yummy syrup or crispy pastry. I choose the syrup.
I am currently organising to go home for my birthday, leaving Friday afternoon and coming back somewhere around Tuesday morning, if I can arrange my tuts appropriately. I'd leave on Thursday, but I have work that day, and can't hand off my tut group on the premise that 'its my birthday and I'm going home, ta'. They would laugh, and then I would get fired. And I would be sad, because I really, really love tutoring.
I must work now...for the first time today. Had a sugar hangover for a while, but then wrote for a bit. Finished another chapter of Runt 1, which now stands at 56000 words. Hot like a llama. Am somewhat proud of that.
And now, before I go and disappear into the bell-ringing air of Grahamstown, I wish everyone a wonderful Easter, and I am still gleeful that I get to have another one due to my Greek heritage!
Fwoosh!
Zo
Sweeney Todd: A Review (SPOILER ALERT!)
Well, it is officially vacation, although it just means I can sleep a little later in the mornings. I've finished one setwork (Beloved by Tony Morrison...I'm still not entirely sure what it all means) and now I'm trying to finish Anthony and Cleopatra. This last week, I was disgustingly lazy, got very little done. Yeah, drew some pretty pictures, so what...getting fat, its shameful. I *need* to be thin so that I can be fast enough in my training to avoid injury. No space for the chubby!
This coming week, I have much reading to do in preparation for my History essay on the impact of the African crisis on the environment, especially regarding animal conservation, game depletion and the bush meat trade. (Sounds like sexy fun, doesn't it?) I really must get back into going to gym loyally. Graham usually goes with me, and keeps my lazy ass on the cycling bike or counts my sit-ups to make sure I'm not cheating, and its not as much fun without him, nor do I feel as dedicated. I see now why people train in super-tight clothes...they feel revolted or motivated by what they see. Since I train in baggy pants and loose t-shirts, I don't notice much, and therefore don't feel as bad when I leave early.
And I used to be so disciplined.
Otherwise, it has been a good week. I've hosted two LANs (bunch of people playing computer games together and generally being loud and rude, grand fun) and had friends over for dinner. Saw Sweeney Todd, thoughts on that later, and had a wonderful champagne breakfast this morning. (Yes, students manage a champagne lifestyle on lemonade money). We tried out the baklava I made...it seems to have been a success. Yay for me! I'm trying to work on getting the pastry crispier, but I think that its either yummy syrup or crispy pastry. I choose the syrup.
I am currently organising to go home for my birthday, leaving Friday afternoon and coming back somewhere around Tuesday morning, if I can arrange my tuts appropriately. I'd leave on Thursday, but I have work that day, and can't hand off my tut group on the premise that 'its my birthday and I'm going home, ta'. They would laugh, and then I would get fired. And I would be sad, because I really, really love tutoring.
I must work now...for the first time today. Had a sugar hangover for a while, but then wrote for a bit. Finished another chapter of Runt 1, which now stands at 56000 words. Hot like a llama. Am somewhat proud of that.
And now, before I go and disappear into the bell-ringing air of Grahamstown, I wish everyone a wonderful Easter, and I am still gleeful that I get to have another one due to my Greek heritage!
Fwoosh!
Zo
Sweeney Todd: A Review (SPOILER ALERT!)
When Jon (aka Teh Flashbackjuice) asked me what I thought of Sweeney Todd, the first word to pop out of my rather strange mouth, without thought or censorship, was:
"Fucked-up."
To which Bushbaby said: "That pretty much sums it up."
I think Thomas giggled inappropriately in the background. He has been doing that since Teh Epik Lan on Thursday, especially since we showed him Half Life: Full Life Consequences. (He will never be the same again, irrevocably tainted by dead pants and headcrab zombies.)
Anyway, back to Sweeney Todd.
Of course, I had high expectations. Johnny Depp has never failed to entertain. Helena Bonham-Carter plays wonderfully deranged characters with immortal aplomb. Tim Burton is a visual genius.
Undoubtedly, I really was enthralled with Burton's London here, the costumes were amazing (Helena has the most incredible dresses, stunning really. Much want from this ninja) and the plot was delightfully morbid. How clever: murder the occasional client and make delicious pies from them! The story of a father and husband wronged, of sordid revenge, of young love and dream sequences. (I refer here to Mrs Lovett's fabulous dream sequence, in which Sweeney Todd is a lovable spazoid.)
But. And while this isn't the largest of buts, it is worth noting.
The movie went too far. Maybe it was the fact that I couldn't hear the singing most of the time. (That Joanna girl must NEVER sing again. NEVER.) Or that Sascha Baron Cohen appeared in tight, blue, velvet pants and played a very dodgy Spanish/English barber. (Though he was lolful.) There was too much blood. Too many scenes with bodies falling and their necks crunching on concrete. (I think it happened about fifteen times. It became nausea inducing.) I suppose I wanted a happy ending, and I suppose the young lovers got away. There was pathos, but for the love of crackers with cheese, how long can we watch people bleed on each other?
Look, I thoroughly enjoyed it from a visual point of view, and the humour is as dark as the chocolate my Beloved adores. But it just got too involved in its own gore. Can't see the plot for the blood, as it were.
And would I recommend it? I realised that very few people I know would enjoy it. If one is a hardcore Burton or Depp or Bonham-Carter fan, then by all means.
If you have time, and an empty stomach, and a love for lots of blood and Depp singing (he is very good for someone with no formal training, as is Bonham-Carter) then give it a try. It is a bit much on big screen...it will be just as good on a small screen.
I would give it a 15 out of 20.
Factoids:
Helena Bonham-Carter's breasts change size throughout the movie, as she was pregnant during its filming.
The movie has been 25 years in production, the cast changing often.
Three members of the Harry Potter cast are in it: Wormtail, Snape, and Bellatrix.
(Allan Rickman does make a superb bad guy. And the Wormtail slimeball really is very good at what he does. Can't remember his name at the moment though...)
"Fucked-up."
To which Bushbaby said: "That pretty much sums it up."
I think Thomas giggled inappropriately in the background. He has been doing that since Teh Epik Lan on Thursday, especially since we showed him Half Life: Full Life Consequences. (He will never be the same again, irrevocably tainted by dead pants and headcrab zombies.)
Anyway, back to Sweeney Todd.
Of course, I had high expectations. Johnny Depp has never failed to entertain. Helena Bonham-Carter plays wonderfully deranged characters with immortal aplomb. Tim Burton is a visual genius.
Undoubtedly, I really was enthralled with Burton's London here, the costumes were amazing (Helena has the most incredible dresses, stunning really. Much want from this ninja) and the plot was delightfully morbid. How clever: murder the occasional client and make delicious pies from them! The story of a father and husband wronged, of sordid revenge, of young love and dream sequences. (I refer here to Mrs Lovett's fabulous dream sequence, in which Sweeney Todd is a lovable spazoid.)
But. And while this isn't the largest of buts, it is worth noting.
The movie went too far. Maybe it was the fact that I couldn't hear the singing most of the time. (That Joanna girl must NEVER sing again. NEVER.) Or that Sascha Baron Cohen appeared in tight, blue, velvet pants and played a very dodgy Spanish/English barber. (Though he was lolful.) There was too much blood. Too many scenes with bodies falling and their necks crunching on concrete. (I think it happened about fifteen times. It became nausea inducing.) I suppose I wanted a happy ending, and I suppose the young lovers got away. There was pathos, but for the love of crackers with cheese, how long can we watch people bleed on each other?
Look, I thoroughly enjoyed it from a visual point of view, and the humour is as dark as the chocolate my Beloved adores. But it just got too involved in its own gore. Can't see the plot for the blood, as it were.
And would I recommend it? I realised that very few people I know would enjoy it. If one is a hardcore Burton or Depp or Bonham-Carter fan, then by all means.
If you have time, and an empty stomach, and a love for lots of blood and Depp singing (he is very good for someone with no formal training, as is Bonham-Carter) then give it a try. It is a bit much on big screen...it will be just as good on a small screen.
I would give it a 15 out of 20.
Factoids:
Helena Bonham-Carter's breasts change size throughout the movie, as she was pregnant during its filming.
The movie has been 25 years in production, the cast changing often.
Three members of the Harry Potter cast are in it: Wormtail, Snape, and Bellatrix.
(Allan Rickman does make a superb bad guy. And the Wormtail slimeball really is very good at what he does. Can't remember his name at the moment though...)
Friday, February 22, 2008
Two moons!
Well, Thursday was rather amusing, especially in retrospect.
The day began at the ungodly, unholy hour of 3am. I got up to go to the monument to watch the lunar eclipse from 4 to 5. Of course, typically, it was annoyingly overcast, so we stared at the clouds over some hot chocolate. I went because, quite frankly, I'm tired of turning down opportunities to have fun in the name of being responsible. And so, wrapped up warmly and with a car full of tired people, we ninja'd to and from the monument. Finally done by 5ish, I fell into bed...
Only to wake up at 6ish with godawful stomach trouble.
Blaming it on stress and general exhaustion after two very, very busy sign-up evenings, I stayed in bed until my very first tut at 11. Of course, I do nothing by halves (maybe my life would be easier if I did) and so I breezed into my tut, meeting my thirteen tutlings.
Things were a little awkward initially, as they can be, but I inadvertently broke the ice with aplomb and polka dots! Once all the tutlings had arrived and introductions had been made, I got up to shut the door so that outside noise would not interfere. Unfortunately, I stood on the hem of my wrap-around silk pants as I got up, and ended up flashing my bum to my tut group as I went to the door. With smoothness and a laugh, I commented "Well, this is embarrassing", hitched up my pants, and joked that we were all intimate now. Thankfully, they laughed too instead of staring at me, and the ice was shattered.
And they really are a lovely, intelligent group. I'm looking really forward to the year with them. I have two American exchange students (one is a Japanese national) and scattered second years and Zimbabweans. I asked them about their favourite historical figures/periods, and I got some interesting answers in the form of Genghis Khan, Billy Holiday, Carl Marx and Napoleon, Women's Resistance during Apartheid (this from a male student) and 50's music. Some of them were quiet, and some hadn't studied history in later high school, but that's alright. I am pretty sure that they'll all do fabulously.
On Friday morning, I gave a fifteen minute presentation on Ivory Coast...it was fairly shredded by my lecturer, but I suppose that I now have better guidance for my essay.
Digs life has been a thing of joy...other than almost burning the stove to ashes last night (moral of the story: shallow baking trays with dripping butter are not useful) it has been grand. Waking up and wandering into my own kitchen, whipping up a tomato, basil and cheese omelet and enjoying the company of my two wives/house-mates is a fantastic way to start a day in my empire. Having a lounge to work in without screaming first years, playstation for study breaks and a nearby fridge...residence is such a gray, drab thing now in comparison. But, I learned lessons there, and it was worthwhile.
Today was Smoothie Sunday, in which we invite some friends over for my legendary smoothies. Last week it was prickly pear and pineapple, and today was berries and ice cream. We're trying chilli chocolate next week.
As the weekend begins drawing to a close, I can lay this very busy week to rest, and enjoy the last three weeks of this term!
Fwoosh!
Zo
The day began at the ungodly, unholy hour of 3am. I got up to go to the monument to watch the lunar eclipse from 4 to 5. Of course, typically, it was annoyingly overcast, so we stared at the clouds over some hot chocolate. I went because, quite frankly, I'm tired of turning down opportunities to have fun in the name of being responsible. And so, wrapped up warmly and with a car full of tired people, we ninja'd to and from the monument. Finally done by 5ish, I fell into bed...
Only to wake up at 6ish with godawful stomach trouble.
Blaming it on stress and general exhaustion after two very, very busy sign-up evenings, I stayed in bed until my very first tut at 11. Of course, I do nothing by halves (maybe my life would be easier if I did) and so I breezed into my tut, meeting my thirteen tutlings.
Things were a little awkward initially, as they can be, but I inadvertently broke the ice with aplomb and polka dots! Once all the tutlings had arrived and introductions had been made, I got up to shut the door so that outside noise would not interfere. Unfortunately, I stood on the hem of my wrap-around silk pants as I got up, and ended up flashing my bum to my tut group as I went to the door. With smoothness and a laugh, I commented "Well, this is embarrassing", hitched up my pants, and joked that we were all intimate now. Thankfully, they laughed too instead of staring at me, and the ice was shattered.
And they really are a lovely, intelligent group. I'm looking really forward to the year with them. I have two American exchange students (one is a Japanese national) and scattered second years and Zimbabweans. I asked them about their favourite historical figures/periods, and I got some interesting answers in the form of Genghis Khan, Billy Holiday, Carl Marx and Napoleon, Women's Resistance during Apartheid (this from a male student) and 50's music. Some of them were quiet, and some hadn't studied history in later high school, but that's alright. I am pretty sure that they'll all do fabulously.
On Friday morning, I gave a fifteen minute presentation on Ivory Coast...it was fairly shredded by my lecturer, but I suppose that I now have better guidance for my essay.
Digs life has been a thing of joy...other than almost burning the stove to ashes last night (moral of the story: shallow baking trays with dripping butter are not useful) it has been grand. Waking up and wandering into my own kitchen, whipping up a tomato, basil and cheese omelet and enjoying the company of my two wives/house-mates is a fantastic way to start a day in my empire. Having a lounge to work in without screaming first years, playstation for study breaks and a nearby fridge...residence is such a gray, drab thing now in comparison. But, I learned lessons there, and it was worthwhile.
Today was Smoothie Sunday, in which we invite some friends over for my legendary smoothies. Last week it was prickly pear and pineapple, and today was berries and ice cream. We're trying chilli chocolate next week.
As the weekend begins drawing to a close, I can lay this very busy week to rest, and enjoy the last three weeks of this term!
Fwoosh!
Zo
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Let the war begin!
Those who have spent more than half an hour in my company may variably know about the tensions within the Rhodes Dojo: the jihad, as it were, between Taekwondo and the other three clubs. The main cause of the tension is unhealthy rivalry for members. Without enough members, the clubs fold, and we have nowhere to train. Aikido, because it is a higher-grade martial art that is not easy nor quick to learn, obviously does not maintain high numbers of students. Students,(mostly) are lazy and unwilling to commit to anything besides their drink and their shag for the night. Taekwando, because it offers competition and shiny belts and gis, ropes in the members.
The problem is, Sports Admin cannot, or will not, appreciate what Aikido is, and nor do they listen to the hundreds of explanations we have given. They also consider Goju Ryu some obscure art that is unworthy of time, money and facilities, merely because it is not mainstream like Taekwondo. Though Kung-Fu has a better time of it due to the widespread use of the name and art, they still struggle.
I know that Rhodes Admin wants to cut down on expenditure on sports clubs (loathe as we are to be labeled a sports club) and I know that our numbers are too small to matter to them. I know that Sports Admin has to show them something for the money they spend. And while we can boast of the many sensei produced by Rhodes Aikido in the past 21 years, and the importance of the Grahamstown club to AFSA, it all seems to fall on disturbingly willfully deaf ears.
Because, dammit, its always about money. Not about love, or passion, or commitment. There is no reward for those who strive for something other than goddamn trophies or medals. I know the jazz about money, and how scarce it is in the Rhodes system. But if they considered, just for a moment, the massive wastage of club funds on alcohol, parties and t-shirts by the big-name sports, they would reconsider how very little the martial arts clubs cost them. We are not a haven for jocks or poppies, and pride ourselves on our discipline and commitment. We train harder than everyone else, and we do so all year round. The part that gets up my nose is that no one, NO ONE in admin, sports or otherwise, seems to care or appreciate.
With all the fuss about alcohol abuse and their attempts to encourage students to find less destructive methods of having fun and exploring their world, we should be given some credit as clubs who ask for very little and offer so many opportunities that don't involve partying with sad results. All we ask is that we are given our little dojo to train in, a small handout from Sports Admin, and that we are left in relative peace to train and grow.
There is a Damocles sword hanging over my beloved clubs, and I hate it. I love the martial arts. I want to be a sensei. I don't want to be spending my time fighting so hard only to be batted away on the mere basis that I don't do some awful commercial sport.
Viva my clubs! We deserve to prosper and to be left in peace!
Sigh.
To further add to the already undignified mess and insult, Shotokan karate decided that they wish to join the Rhodes clubs, "because there is a lack in Rhodes karate". Yes, because competition is what martial arts are all about. Yes. And Lindsay Lohan is a fatty. The problem is, they further made Sports Admin glare at us with their awful evil eye, and now they are pushing us to amalgamate into one club, similar to Underwater Club, host of several clubs. I could kill them.
So, we stand, possibly on the brink of all-out warfare. Sports Admin currently unaware of my bulldog tendencies. Hopefully, she who fights hardest will win, rather than thosewith the money.
The problem is, Sports Admin cannot, or will not, appreciate what Aikido is, and nor do they listen to the hundreds of explanations we have given. They also consider Goju Ryu some obscure art that is unworthy of time, money and facilities, merely because it is not mainstream like Taekwondo. Though Kung-Fu has a better time of it due to the widespread use of the name and art, they still struggle.
I know that Rhodes Admin wants to cut down on expenditure on sports clubs (loathe as we are to be labeled a sports club) and I know that our numbers are too small to matter to them. I know that Sports Admin has to show them something for the money they spend. And while we can boast of the many sensei produced by Rhodes Aikido in the past 21 years, and the importance of the Grahamstown club to AFSA, it all seems to fall on disturbingly willfully deaf ears.
Because, dammit, its always about money. Not about love, or passion, or commitment. There is no reward for those who strive for something other than goddamn trophies or medals. I know the jazz about money, and how scarce it is in the Rhodes system. But if they considered, just for a moment, the massive wastage of club funds on alcohol, parties and t-shirts by the big-name sports, they would reconsider how very little the martial arts clubs cost them. We are not a haven for jocks or poppies, and pride ourselves on our discipline and commitment. We train harder than everyone else, and we do so all year round. The part that gets up my nose is that no one, NO ONE in admin, sports or otherwise, seems to care or appreciate.
With all the fuss about alcohol abuse and their attempts to encourage students to find less destructive methods of having fun and exploring their world, we should be given some credit as clubs who ask for very little and offer so many opportunities that don't involve partying with sad results. All we ask is that we are given our little dojo to train in, a small handout from Sports Admin, and that we are left in relative peace to train and grow.
There is a Damocles sword hanging over my beloved clubs, and I hate it. I love the martial arts. I want to be a sensei. I don't want to be spending my time fighting so hard only to be batted away on the mere basis that I don't do some awful commercial sport.
Viva my clubs! We deserve to prosper and to be left in peace!
Sigh.
To further add to the already undignified mess and insult, Shotokan karate decided that they wish to join the Rhodes clubs, "because there is a lack in Rhodes karate". Yes, because competition is what martial arts are all about. Yes. And Lindsay Lohan is a fatty. The problem is, they further made Sports Admin glare at us with their awful evil eye, and now they are pushing us to amalgamate into one club, similar to Underwater Club, host of several clubs. I could kill them.
So, we stand, possibly on the brink of all-out warfare. Sports Admin currently unaware of my bulldog tendencies. Hopefully, she who fights hardest will win, rather than thosewith the money.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Dawnies, and getting my first non-service industry job!
This morning, I had my very first dawnie! While that sounds like a vaugely perverted statement to anyone not in the Rhodes community, it simply means that I had a very early lecture, which started at 7:45. Of course, with my spectacular sense of time and direction, I set my alarm for 7:20 as opposed to, say, 6:45, and so Ella and I (in an undignified and yelping fashion) sprinted, drove and ran to the lecture venue, and were shameful as we arrived late. Not a glorious start to the term, especially after I got stuck in a traffic jam behind a bus yesterday because some DOLT was poorly parked.
But, better news fell into my grubby paws. The Neko Anime caps, which are red and black, have arrived today, and Graham and Tally are picking them up later today. AND! I got a teaching job! I will be taking first years for History 101 and 102! My first non-waitering job! I'm very excited, it will be great fun. I intend to call them 'my pretties'. And I have gold stars to stick on decent quality essays.
Now, I must run to Spazmin so that I can fax a quote for the Aikido banner. I can't wait for all this sign-up crap to be over.
But, better news fell into my grubby paws. The Neko Anime caps, which are red and black, have arrived today, and Graham and Tally are picking them up later today. AND! I got a teaching job! I will be taking first years for History 101 and 102! My first non-waitering job! I'm very excited, it will be great fun. I intend to call them 'my pretties'. And I have gold stars to stick on decent quality essays.
Now, I must run to Spazmin so that I can fax a quote for the Aikido banner. I can't wait for all this sign-up crap to be over.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Choking on dustballs
So inspired by my inimitable Neechan, Molly, I have decided to open my blog. I am rather ashamed that I left it for so long, but I really should be keeping a diary of my life, and blogging is as sensible as any other way. Also teaches me not to say shit that will hurt someone. Buddha be praised etc.
So, news! I've moved into digs (off-campus, private residence) and live with Ella and Monika. I've been here for a week, and have managed to feed myself with no hitches. While digs requires more responsibility than residence, I am LOVING having a lounge that I don't have to share with screaming first years, a kitchen that is huge and clean, a room all my own, a bathroom that is ALWAYS clean, and no more ridiculous meetings, rules and people. Indeed, I am glad that I made the choice to leave the residence system.
Lectures begin tomorrow, though I only have one lecture. I am majoring in History and English, and will hopefully be tutoring first years. I could use the pocket money. On the admin side, I am chairwoman for Neko Anime and Aikido, and Secretary for Kung-Fu. Goju Ryu no longer has any need of my services, but I remain a senior student with lots of random advice.
So! Tomorrow, I will be spending the day putting up posters and trotting about campus. Maybe I'll ensconce myself in the library and finish that STUPID Carver book for American Literature.
Let the year begin, and be full of adventure, mischief and luck!
Fwoosh!
Zojo
Runt 1 word count: 54, 226
Runt 2 word count: 8, 790
So, news! I've moved into digs (off-campus, private residence) and live with Ella and Monika. I've been here for a week, and have managed to feed myself with no hitches. While digs requires more responsibility than residence, I am LOVING having a lounge that I don't have to share with screaming first years, a kitchen that is huge and clean, a room all my own, a bathroom that is ALWAYS clean, and no more ridiculous meetings, rules and people. Indeed, I am glad that I made the choice to leave the residence system.
Lectures begin tomorrow, though I only have one lecture. I am majoring in History and English, and will hopefully be tutoring first years. I could use the pocket money. On the admin side, I am chairwoman for Neko Anime and Aikido, and Secretary for Kung-Fu. Goju Ryu no longer has any need of my services, but I remain a senior student with lots of random advice.
So! Tomorrow, I will be spending the day putting up posters and trotting about campus. Maybe I'll ensconce myself in the library and finish that STUPID Carver book for American Literature.
Let the year begin, and be full of adventure, mischief and luck!
Fwoosh!
Zojo
Runt 1 word count: 54, 226
Runt 2 word count: 8, 790
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