Holy Shit

I sent out "Chucks." Yeah that's right, I'm actually doing something to get published. Can you be sure it's actually me? That I'm not some horrible pod person. Or my good twin. No you can't. But let's just say I have to thank Alyssa for pointing me toward Duotrope. Very useful.

Oh and I have a lit mag picked out for the hipster story for when I finish the revision and have a few people look at it.

Argh!

I honestly have no idea how I did on my mid term. Though I did get a good amount of typing done. I think I'm going to have to watch Big Brother this year just because the one episode I watched today was ridiculous and the strange blood thirsty person in me just keeps hoping someone will end up murdered. Take for example the moment in the first episode when the lights went out, I was picturing a murder mystery moment, the lights come back up and "OH NO! Rachel and her huge boobs are dead!" ...or Hayden, he could go. I think he's HoH though >_>.

God damn it, I knew this would happen. The show also appears to play into my very judgmental nature.

I am a negligent blogger

I am. I've been reading comics. And studying for Spanish. And working, working, working like a dog. And wanting to punch things. And waiting in looooong lines. And wanting to yell and scream and kick things. And wanting to go to Six Flags and go on the Dare Devil Dive because there is nothing like a 150ft free fall to take all of the stress out of the world. It's like flying.


Listening to Led Zeppelin and procrastinating. I have a mid term tomorrow.