Break Stay. This is what it's called when your flight does not leave Indianapolis until Sunday and the dorms officially close Saturday and in reality, a lot of people have gone home on Friday. This is what it's called when you fill out a break stay form and get permission to stay in the building...
Week Two. Two dreaded words. But that is two words, and with NaNoWriMo , it's the words that count. Any words. Please let me have words. Week Two is famously difficult. Plots stall, ideas seem not so great, and I'm left with trying to reconcile a ninja-ballerina plot thread with the brother-sister...
I have not blogged in half a week! * gasp * That's a looong time in the world of electronic stuff. Want one reason why I've been absent? Sunday was lovely, as you already heard. After I posted that day's blog entry, I met Cathryn in the campus Starbucks to work on NaNoWriMo . We looked a...
Writing the words "writing" and "Boy Scouts" next to one another made me realize I should somehow include Boy Scouts in my NaNoWriMo novel. I'm wearing my beautiful new NaNoWriMo 2009 shirt . (Thanks, Dad!) That's right. It's November 1, and it's a mark of how much...
I was going to write a post about the Butler Catholic Community today, it being the day after Sunday and all, but our technology is still broken. That means I cannot embed the snazzy video I made. That means most of you won't see it. That happened to my video about my bike , and I don't want...
Convocation season. I could smell it in the air. It smelled of peaches and pointe shoes. Not really Last week, each department in the JCFA (plus the School of Music, which is apparently a school now, not a department, since it's so big. Or something like that.) played host an alumnus. This is called...
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It’s happened. I’ve been nineteen ever since approximately 9:30 am yesterday. (9:30? Is that right?) Last year, I was sort of dreading my birthday because it would: A . Be the first birthday I’d celebrate apart from my family. B . Be the first birthday I’d celebrate on the Butler...