God this fucking term is rough and I’m only going 3/4 time. I have all these class clases I have had NO background in, so that makes it twice as hard, and then with the toddler and work and all the other little shit that adds up and my head is spinning. I have four huge things due in a couple of week and a final (it’s a take home, thank Buddha) and one of the things is a fifteen minute one-man performance. Not too fun. Oh but it’s challenging, and that’s good thing, honey. Well yeah, it is a good thing, but not ’til after it’s done, so for now I can bitch. Why didn’t I go to college right out of high school? Oh yeah, I dropped out. I really screwed the pooch there.

Another thing that haunts me all day is the winter break, during which I plan to toss all my energy from school into a novel, so now I have all those things going through my head: Characters, plot lines, settings, a fictional world all my own, and I’m almost ready to put them to paper, but not quite so my head is a tornado of clashing creativity and I’m just hoping it will all separate and filter to the correct subject or I’ll have a bunch of Frankenstein’s monster projects on my hands. What a mindfuck.

But other than that, shit’s just peachy.