Wait, "hectic"?
Speaking of Eryn, she and I went Trick-or-Treating on Halloween! We had a blast. Who says I'm too old for that sort of thing? Besides, I was repeatedly mistaken for a 16 year old...Which, normally, I'd have some major qualms over, but--hey, if it means candy and costumes, I'm all up for some fun.
I'm registering for my next semester classes soon....I swear to god I'm going to have a quarter-life crisis. I've been in school too long....I hate that I'm required to take classes that don't fall under the "English" major category. Seriously, why would a novelist need Algebra? No body uses that stuff! But I digress; I've really enjoyed a lot of the classes that aren't necessarily English. Eryn might take up a ASL class along the way, and I'm super tempted to join her. It'll be a nice break from the hardcore courses I've taken in the past, right?
What it comes down to is, I've got no life right now. I cannot wait for Christmas so I can go home. I miss the redwoods...hell, I just miss being able to relax. I'll see what I can do as far as stories come once I'm on break. I've got a few ideas brewing in my head. Meanwhile, I'm thinking of you all; I haven't forgotten you.











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Holy slag, it's a fraggin JET! Get in the car---HOLY PRIMUS!!
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Holy slag, it's a fraggin JET! Get in the car---HOLY PRIMUS!!
You really suck at keeping up with people, you know that?
*is also getting annoyed at the ignorings*
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I'm sure she'd like to here from you. She's been asking me if I'm hearing from you, and all I can do is shake my head, you know?
If you're on today, while I'm here, I'll ask.
Where the heck have you been, anyway? (Not a single poke in forever!!)
*pokes you VERY hard with Welch Vineyard's Handy-stick*
Here. This is my Poke.
*is actually rather annoyed about being ignored*
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