Tastes Like Evil

Even though I had a huge day ahead of me filled with papers and homework when I reluctantly woke up this morning, it all fizzled to naught by noon. I guess that's a good thing, but now I'm sitting in the English building, sipping a huge can of sugar-free RedBull, with nothing to do. If I knew things were going to work out this way, I would have brought my World of Darkness corebook to read. (Of course, if I had brought it, all hell would have broke loose and I would never have had time to read it.)

I watched three seasons of Red vs. Blue over the past two nights with Jaden and Lynley. That really brought back old memories. Unfortunately, those days are truly dead and gone and never to return, as they say. All I can hope for is to build something new with some of the qualities if the past. I'm working on it. It's a slow process. Rome wasn't built in a day and neither was the Family.

Speaking of which, I talked to my parents more about buying a house. They said that I should expect to buy a house that costs twice my yearly salary. Well, if that's my limit, I can afford to live in a car. I guess I'll have to wait till after next year to buy a house if I can even afford one by then. Since a low-end house here costs something close to a hundred grand, it may be a while before I can afford a real house. I was really hoping to buy a house soon, so I'm a little disappointed.

Just talked with Professor Rubins about doing independent study with him. I decided that since I wasn't sure that I would be able to devote as much time to the class as I wanted to, I wouldn't take the official class, but I'd still take the additional time to write and try and get something publishable by the end of the semester. Professor Rubins said that he was more than willing to help and would be willing to look over work that I did. Now, just to push myself to do some actual work.

I still haven't done anything for NaNoWriMo and this month is almost over. I don't know whether it is the amount of other work that I'm doing, writer's block, or just the distaste of doing something that millions of other people are doing, but I just can't seem to get started. I think it may have to do with the fact that I feel a book is something that you should pour over, scour very carefully, and devote a large portion of your time to instead of just writing as fast as you can to pump out crap. However, NaNoWriMo is a good writing exercise and I know it. I really should be doing it.

Anyway, off to class to turn in a proposal that will most likely be rejected.