I blame NaNoWriMo for my spotty blog entries this month. Nonetheless, I have 30,511 words written and am completely on track. I had a lot of words to make up this morning, since yesterday was spent studying for Biology from the moment I came back from my pain au chocolat run to the moment I decided to chuck it in and watch X-men 2 and Roommate J went to sleep to wake up early for her EMT class. There was a break in there for dinner. Somewhere. I don't recall.
Anyway, bio studying will start up again this afternoon, but first I have to go running. I have discovered the gym here, and the glory that is treadmill when it's as cold and rainy outside as it is right now. On Friday Roommate J and RussianRoommate and I all went together and I was reminded of life at Damn-Big-Midwestern-University High, when I chatted gleefully with friends in a smelly locker room and then ran two miles and then came back to the smelly locker room and chatted a little less gleefully with, now, slightly smellier friends, and then went back to school. This happened every other day.
Well, since Wednesday I've been able to keep up the every other day thing, but the smelly thing I decided has no place in my new routine. I shower in the comfort of my dorm shower, which (gloriously) has a curtain.
I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving with the Ps and the J-Name Family. (Remember them? Practically everyone's name begins with J? Yes.) It'll be a nice break from school and Roommate J was nice enough to let me get in on the Asian Carpool (she joked that I should be ready to field questions on my chosen profession) which is heading to a town down the road from where I'm going and will drop me off at a Bob Evans. Or something. "Under a bridge," was what Roommate J snickered, more out of a love of humor than, I hope, any intent to actual leave me with truckers. :)
Tonight the "We Published F. Scott" literary mag prose staff (of which I am a part) is meeting to discuss a packet of stories including one of my own. I think I will pretend to be too busy studying for bio to go (not too much of a stretch) because I think I would have difficulty maintaining a straight face while they rip it to shreds. I've gone to all the other meetings, though, and gave very vocal opinions, like everyone else.
In addition, I'm editing for another literary mag, this one along the lines of "Diversity--Whatever That Means." I have more duties and I like the vibe of the magazine better, but everything is done online, so there isn't the sense of community that "We Published F. Scott" gives me.
I must off and run. Auf wieder...schreiben!