many things have happened to me. I sequestered myself on an island for a week, became 22, got a tan, washed loads & loads of sweaty clothes for 2 different shows, ended up sewing, got an extension on my loans, lost friends, gained friends, ended something that needed to be ended, went to concerts, loved my new cat, watched all the trilogy/sequal movies I could think of, started eating spinach by the bucket, became a domestic goddess (?), picked blueberries, made progress on writing, started writing something new (!! and good!), visited a snow leopard, and never found a job. well, whatever, that will come in time.
this week I'm sending stuff into magazines & crossing my fingers for possible potential publication.
it's been strange to be home again, but I am all right with it, really, because I am prepping myself for other things. I am ready to be out of here, but I'm happy to be with my family again. there's a lot still to do before I move out completely, & I'm okay with that. I get up, take my sisters to school, come home & pet my cat (he's the one with the really green eyes), go to Notre Dame to do laundry, come home & make cookies, go back to Notre Dame to do laundry, & write whenever I can. so really, I'm very happy.
