I thought of a new name for my blog--Cellar Door. If you've seen Donnie Darko, then you know what I'm talking about. One of the characters in it refers to the phrase "cellar door" as being the most beautiful phrase in English. The collection of sounds is very appealing. Yaaay.
So, I officially love all three of my classes, even though they are soooo much work. I just got back from Fiction Workshop. We were let go early, and for the first time ever, I wanted to stay. I have also never talked so much in one class. Of course, this class is over four hours long, normally, but still. Excitement! I wanna go back next week! Except next week I have to turn in a story, so eeeek. I have something I wrote over break that I can probably get ready by then, but it might be a lot of work. Of course.
Ok. I'm going to attempt to recreate what I wrote last night, about me being worried/troubled about Mark. We're both in for really difficult, work-heavy terms, which will cut down considerable on the amount of time we spend with each other. We experienced a very brief long-distance relationship (the six week break), and came through it very well. A hard term at Knox creates a different sort of distance, one that may be even more difficult to deal with. You live across the street from each other, but you can't see each other except at mealtimes (if you're lucky) and briefly during warm-up at track practice. There is no time for intimate moments, other than a little handholding and hugging, and perhaps a furtive kiss in the dark before we part for the night.
Yeah. But it was a pretty good day overall, I felt like I got a good amount done and stayed busy. Our track workout was really, really hard. The first hard workout of the year, so I wasn't quite in shape for it, and it was harder than I expected it to be. I have a feeling I'm going to wake up in pain tomorrow. A slow process, a slow process. I've been over mono for over a year now, so there's no telling what I might accomplish now. PRs, maybe? Ooooh.