November 2nd, 2006

la tour eiffel

Life works in the strangest ways.

NaNoWriMo word count: 5452 words

The power went out in the middle of the night last night. I didn't know this until I heard Bria saying my name this morning. I was mentally alert but still physicall tired. "What?" I asked.

She told me that the power had gone off in the middle of the night, so our alarms might not go off. I looked at my clock. It was blinking at 1:27am. I asked her what time it was. Seven thirty. Not bad; that's what time I was planning on getting up anyway. So I got out of bed and started to get ready for the day. At eight I was at my computer writing away. I squeezed in 1100 words in half an hour. Go me. (I actually squeezed in 928 words in a fifteen-minute word war last night. Go me even more.)

I went to breakfast at 8:45 after reading my friends list in fifteen minutes, where I ate breakfast and talked to Fazila, Sarah, and the other Sujin. After fighting the cold (I knew I should have listened to Forecastfox), I ran back to my room to print out my proposal for the astronomy paper and grab a bigger jacket before running to the observatory. On the way up the hill, though, I saw people from the class walking down the hill. "Canceled," they told me. We had been locked out of the observatory because of the power outage.

So I decided to take advantage of this. No, not by working on my French test. By the massages at today's Sophomorning. I figured that if I was going to be in a chair much more often than usual this month, I may as well be relaxed for at least a few minutes while I was at it. But yes, it was most excellent.

Also, I think (I hope!) I have LJTalk back working again, so maybe I'll get to abuse its posting via IM. We'll put Frank to good use.
sleepy bunny

So Frank failed me.

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 7002 words

I actually hit the word count button on 6969 words and was tempted to leave it there for the day, but I told one of my writing enemies that I'd reach 7k by the end of today, and I'm holding myself to that.

Work was busy tonight (everyone has assignments due, and the Calc 2 kids have a test tomorrow), so I didn't get to read at all for French. This is bad, since I haven't read the third part of the story for tomorrow, and we're concentrating on that part. I've also hardly started on the test, and it's due at six tomorrow. Erm, oops? I keep starting, but I just can't concentrate on it. I look at the questions and think, Okay, who cares? I just don't find myself getting excited about it like I do for math, where I immediately start thinking of ways to solve the problem, and it's all exciting but sometimes frustrating because sometimes I just don't know. I like literature, but after we've finished analysing it, I just think, "Okay, that's nice. Let's move on." Compare that to grammar and linguistics (which is what I really like about language in the first place--I mean, I like literature, but not super-indepth analysis), where I can go on forever about word roots and prescriptivism vs. descriptivism and history of language, and seeing all this stuff come together is just so amazing. There's none of this in literature for me. Yes, it's definitely time to drop that French major, especially since after one more grammar class this spring it's all literature. (But hey, two more classes after this spring for the minor!)

Also, my stomach's turning all over the place, and I just don't know why. I've been nibbling on Cheerios in the hope that I'm just extra-hungry, but after a whole bowl, I know that's not it. *pokes stomach* Hrm. It'll go away. I hope.

Now, to bed!

P.S. I tried to coax Frank into posting this, but ten minutes later he didn't post it. So I guess he's being stubborn for me. Ah well. So if you see this three times (I tried twice), let me know. I'll delete the other two in the morning. I just want sleep.