Fiction with Treadway (woman I've got class with right now-- I like her)
20th Century French Lit with Donoghue
Writing the First Novel with McLarin (YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!)

Dear LJ Gods ( Read more... )

Halloween candy will be the death of me.

I love that I wake up to find out that it's warmer here than it is in GA. YES. Our 52 degrees beats the shit out of your 46 degrees ( Read more... )

I like to feel self-righteous because, unlike many southerners, I've seen snow and survived sub-zero weather. Mind you, my teeth chatter when it gets below fifty, but I'm acclimated to the cold weather, dammit! A northerner in disguise ( Read more... )

The major issue with being in a graduate writing program is that everybody can hold their liquor more than I can. God, I'm still woozy. On the plus side, I made Anne, WHO ROCKS HARD CORE (EMPHASIS ON THE CAPITALS), go drink for drink with me. Liz, the traitor, told me that Anne can hold her liquor better than I can. I'm going to dunk Liz's hand ( Read more... )

More often than not, grad school means squishy brain syndrome for me. I'm thankful that I've magically reached this point where I CAN sit down and do homework for hours on end, as long as I switch between subjects/types of homework every hour or so. Note that this wouldn't even be an issue if I hadn't gone to various alcohol-laden events for the ( Read more... )

My hair's shorter than it was before. Spiky rather than curly. Woo! Terribly exciting. Liz got an uber-sexy haircut, too ( Read more... )

I got the internship!

I just got my assignment for my graduate assistantship. I'll be working at Emerson's Learning Assistance Center.

Apparently being a writing consultant is a chronic condition.

Get vaccinated, kiddos.