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Name: Sian
I paint, write, and dance. Also cook vegetarian food.

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Wednesday, 04 January 2006

What's going on, now.

So, back in college for the winter semester. I guess it's a good place to be. I wish I had checked my grades earlier, because then, it would have sunk in that I only wound up with a B in the last Latin class by now. I guess I must've really blown the final exam... then again, I am registered, which I might not have otherwise been. Catullus this semester. Yay for Roman Erotic verse! In any event, I'll try to focus on what I'm doing this semester. Might work. You never know.

Actually, come to think of it, I did miss a couple of classes. That could be my B, too.

Given the lecture on the importance of attendance that I breezed over, that could be it...

Oh, well.

I skipped on my birthday, and damn it, I'm glad I skipped, so let's move on.

But, in any event, I'll be back on campus on a fairly regular basis, which means that I can update this thing.

My novel... Well, I bought notecards. Lots and lots of notecards, to help organize the plotting on the thing, and spread them out across a library table that we have in our livingroom. Then I started rearranging them. I felt like a six-year-old cheating at memory, but I think it may be coherant, at some point in the future.

As I recall, there were 126 notecards, just with the manuscript itself, and maybe a dozen more from bits that I've written in the meantime.

One of the great benefits to taking a dead language is that the class never really fills up. (So, yes. I registered for the class I'm taking in two hours about twenty minutes ago.) It's the procrastinator's paradise.

Bought my book for class, and a notebook, and a mechanical pencil. The total was about $24. So, warm fuzzy for new professorin.

And now, I'm working on not revising the novel. Well, at least putting it off for a while. I have about a month and a half of notes to change and rearrange.

I need to get married. Someone who can type, and spell, and who has endless patience for the mundane and tedious.

Know anyone?