the voices dying with a dying fall

Song of the hour: Whiner’s Bio by Mates of State (how appropriate)

It is finished.
I
just took my last exam, and I’m proud to say, I enjoyed it thoroughly.
I wrote profusely on the role of belief systems in: Scarlett Letter,
Moby Dick, Gatsby, Invisible Man, Sound and the Fury, and Tracks. I
wrote like there was nothing else I would rather be doing. Because
there wasn’t. Which is impressive considering it was 8 am and all. I
loved that class, I loved that instructor, and dammit I loved every
exam.

So, I have 2 weeks before my rigorous summer school class
of "Beginning Bowling" begins. Can you imagine? Oh my god, how awesome
is my life?

As you may be able to tell, I’m in a pretty good
mood regardless of the toilet the rest of the world is swirling down. I
got my grades back, and whether or not I get a 3.93 or a 4.0 for the
semester depends on whether or not my 16th century lit teacher counts
93.3 as an A- or an A. As much as I slacked off this semester, I’m not
complaining. About anything. For a while.

For the next week,
I’m going to be writing submissions for a writing contest, deadline
5/15. Andy’s been very encouraging (threatening, really, with the dead
rabbits and 2 am phone calls of "are you done yet?" but whatever,
that’s friendship, right?) and I’m working on something new that I’ve
never tried before on the short story front. What with the 4 stories
I’ve ever finished in my life. Anyway, that’s what I’m doing, that’s
how I’m feeling, that’s where I’m at.

I don’t want to be one
of those people that only writes when they’re sad. So, I’m happy and
excited and relieved and I have a story to finish.

love you guys. Hope you’re remotely as happy as I am today.