The Closet Nerd Network: Good news/Bad news

I need to update this dealy bob more. Dealy bob? Seriously? *shakes head* It's ok. It's my native dialect and not wrong/incorrect just different. lol. My linguistics class has started to influence my speaking all the time now. It's a very interesting class though. Ok here it is...

Good news: I had 11 writers come to the first craft discussion of Writers Guild. So including myself that's 12 which makes 3 groups of 4 for workshops. Woot. They were all really neat people and I'm super excited about it. Next week we're talking about imagery. And I already have what I'm going to say all outlined out. I'm going to be an awesome professor.

Bad news: My doctor told me this morning that I have a viral infection and it takes 7-10 days to get over it. Boo. I was super sick all day yesterday. I HATE being sick. At least I don't have strep throat like I thought.

Good news: Only 18 more days until I'm 21. Double WOOT! But that leads me to...

Bad news: I found out recently I can't go to FenCon and have my first legal drink. :/ Sad day. I have sorority stuff that weekend. The kind that I can't get out of like I did to be able to go to ArmadilloCon. When's the next con after FenCon? I'll have to look it up.

That's all for now. This weekend I really need to get caught up on my journal for my English class. And I need to order my books for that class. Bleh. Damn bookstores don't buy as many as we need. Super lame.

Theme Song

She's writing, she's writing,
She's writing a novel.
She's writing, she's weaving,
Conceiving a plot.
It quickens, it thickens.
You can't put it down now.
It takes you, it shakes you,
It makes you lose your thought.
But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Writing your own headlines.
Ignoring your own deadlines.
But now you've gotta write them all again.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You want her, confront her.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.

But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Timing your contractions.
Inventing small contraptions
That roll across your polished hardwood floors.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you? Do you?
(Open Book by Cake)

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