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It's finished. After...9 months, my senior writing portfolio is typed, bound, and in the mail. I've slept for a couple of days so I've finally regained the ability to formulate complete sentences. I lost that skill after being chained to the computer for three days. I got like Buffy when she's all stressed and monosyllabic: "Fire bad, tree pretty."
But, yeah it's done and I can now officially say I have completed my creative writing major. I don't have to take another writing or literature class for the rest of my life if I don't want to. Mike and I had a hell of a time getting the entire texts ready to print. We ran into many unexpected difficulties, none of which I feel like recounting. But it got printed, and bound and I stuck the darn thing in the mail this afternoon right before I settled in for my 4 hour nap.
Of course now that it's done I'm thinking of all this stuff I wanted to put in the introduction and forgot to. I can't complain though. I did it, and I never have to think of it ever ever again. In fact, while I was cleaning my room this afternoon I trashed all the stray hand written drafts that are hardly legible and make no sense. I don't want to have to look at them. Really I'm so sick of this portfolio I'm half tempted to print out another copy just so I can have the pleasure of burning it.
*sigh*
I'm gradually regaining my sense of balance. Thinking of the stuff I have to do now that I have time. Must call Alan and Elisabeth back. Tomorrow I may go shopping if I have the time. Still have lots 'o christmas shopping to do. And I need to high tail it back over to Macy's and get more bras. I think I want flesh toned ones now, never had flesh toned bras before. They are supposed to look better under white t-shirts than white ones.
Danielle and her Mom are coming over for dinner tomorrow. Gotta pick up the living room before then. But not quite yet :)
Ciao.
But, yeah it's done and I can now officially say I have completed my creative writing major. I don't have to take another writing or literature class for the rest of my life if I don't want to. Mike and I had a hell of a time getting the entire texts ready to print. We ran into many unexpected difficulties, none of which I feel like recounting. But it got printed, and bound and I stuck the darn thing in the mail this afternoon right before I settled in for my 4 hour nap.
Of course now that it's done I'm thinking of all this stuff I wanted to put in the introduction and forgot to. I can't complain though. I did it, and I never have to think of it ever ever again. In fact, while I was cleaning my room this afternoon I trashed all the stray hand written drafts that are hardly legible and make no sense. I don't want to have to look at them. Really I'm so sick of this portfolio I'm half tempted to print out another copy just so I can have the pleasure of burning it.
*sigh*
I'm gradually regaining my sense of balance. Thinking of the stuff I have to do now that I have time. Must call Alan and Elisabeth back. Tomorrow I may go shopping if I have the time. Still have lots 'o christmas shopping to do. And I need to high tail it back over to Macy's and get more bras. I think I want flesh toned ones now, never had flesh toned bras before. They are supposed to look better under white t-shirts than white ones.
Danielle and her Mom are coming over for dinner tomorrow. Gotta pick up the living room before then. But not quite yet :)
Ciao.
