Okay, maybe the title is a little too dramatic for my tastes. Anyway, it comes from one of Bruno Pelletier's songs of the same name from his most recent album, Microphonium. Said song is currently stuck in my head. But anyway.
November has begun, and as such NaNoWriMo has, too. I am not off to a good start, to say the least. I got about 4k done by the second day, but then made the decision to start over. I'm actually cheating "sort of" because I'm now doing a series of short stories, rather than one long novel. Technically, I'm just considered a NaNo Rebel. But I don't particularly care. I've written so many short stories over the past two years, I'm wondering if I'm even capable of writing novels anymore. The thought scares me slightly. But yeah. So I'm rather behind when it comes to word count, but there's a write-in tonight at the Student Union, so hopefully I'll get some hardcore major writing done there.
In other news, outside the NaNo front and on the side of college junk, the play rehearsals are in full swing. We're now expected to have the entire script memorized, and as someone who has the memory of hole-filled Swiss cheese, this is bad. Especially since I have about four monologues I have to do. But I'm working on it. The only male in the play, who also happens to be from France is therefore fluent in French, has his lines down no problem. But that's, obviously, to be expected. Doesn't stop me from being jealous, though.
When it comes to classes . . . don't ask. Lots of drama there that I won't get into. Let's just say I'm going to have to work my ass/butt/bum off next semester. I got a B on my French midterm, which depresses me even though it shouldn't. I've been feeling very insecure about my French "skills" lately, so this just kind of added insult to injury. I know I'm expecting too much of myself when it comes to my major, but when I suck at everything else, isn't it kind of natural to be wanting to be good at something? Oh, well. I shall keep trying. I still don't know how I did on my short composition I had to do in which we utilized the conditional verb form. Not sure I want to know anymore.
This is a very happy blog post, isn't it? Maybe it'd be happier if I didn't have to go to Logic in the next one or two minutes. Plus work right after. Hey, at least it's the weekend afterward. Helloooo, The Sims 3: Pets. Plus script memorizing, studying, and a whole bunch of other stuff. BUT this includes a Hana Pestle concert, a dance recital, and a screening of The Help. So this is good. Toodles.
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