Night Island

Last week, I went on a "date" with an English major who doesn't like to read for fun.

WTF?

I don't know what's the weirdest part of that sentence: that I actually went on a date or that he's an English literature major who doesn't read for fun. Obviously, this is a topic that warrants more discussion, but for now, I'll leave you with this thought as a brief peak into the utter wasteland that is my love life. Until then, I'm going to crawl back into the imaginary world that I've created for myself.

Today was better than yesterday, but I'm still staying up too late and sleeping in too late. I woke up around 10 this morning, and I was feeling pretty good until the afternoon. I did what I wasn't supposed to do, which is take a nap around 3 o'clock. I woke up around 10 or 15 minutes before 5. Then, I started to have some stomach pain for no discernible reason.

I decided to go ahead with my daily writing goals, but I'm doing something controversial in counting what I write in my journal entries toward my goals. Sure, it's not fanfic, original fic, or poetry, but journaling is often a recommended tool for writers. It's a way to keep the ball rolling, and I hope to write more fiction/poetry as time goes on. Besides, I will be taking a creative non-fiction class this semester, so this can be practice for that. I feel that just putting any kind of words on the screen is beneficial, and I believe that keeping a journal has helped me find my voice over the years. Fiction, poetry, non-fiction, blogging: it's all one to me.

I finished my stageoffools letter tonight. It still needs tweaking in order to be easy to read, but it's essentially done. This was accompanied by watching the 2016 Russell T. Davies version of A Midsummer Night's Dream because I wanted to refresh myself on the details. That was probably not the best idea as this version had some obvious changes. The most obvious was that ( Spoilers ) This was more of a reinterpretation, but I enjoyed the changes and they made me look at the play in a slightly different way.

I made the last minute decision to go to the OC Fair to watch full-contact jousting. Here is an article about it. This may not be such a good idea because I am officially sick, so I probably won't spend as much time at the fair as I normally would even though full fair admission is included with the tickets. Regardless, I am psyched. My medieval/early modern England/fantasy-loving heart is made happy. <3

On a related note, there is a Shakespeare fic exchange going on! I probably shouldn't participate based on the schedule, but it will be hard to resist. I will try to participate in the madness collection at least. I will be taking another Shakespeare class this fall, so this can count as... um, research?

It has been dangerously close to a year since I updated this journal. As such, there are a few things that I should mention right away...

I dropped that Shakespeare class last fall. D: It just wasn't my cup of tea. I love Shakespeare, but the class didn't do it for me. Like I said, I wasn't too thrilled with the focus on comedies at the beginning. Plus, the workload prved too much for me because I was dealing with some major depression that semester.

Other than that, every other class went fine. There were bumps along the way, but they didn't hold me back in the end. The instructor for the critical thinking class has become one of my favorites. In fact, I am taking another of her classes this fall. I think she's wonderful, and as far as I can tell, the feeling is entirely mutual. :3

Since I had something akin to a depression-fueled breakdown that semester, I decided to take only two classes the following spring. I took the second half of English literature with the critical thinking instructor (Dr. P) and mythology to make up for that dropped Shakespeare class. Both were great, and I did some of my best writing in that semester. I don't think that I took as much advantage of the mythology class as I could have, though. However, I *did* win two writing contests.

In other 2013 news, I fell for my freshman composition professor. <333 I may have mentioned that before, but my feelings exploded in the fall. I always thought that he was attractive and charming, but I found out for sure that he was single in the fall. ;3 Not sure what I'm going to do about this. There's the tricky student/teacher relationship to consider. Plus, he's nineteen years older than I am. Since I'm weird, both of those things are turn-ons in their own special ways. I don't know his feelings for me... this whole situation has made me feel like a giddy school girl. I want to make a move, but I'm scared~ He's so awesome! He likes Doctor Who and sci-fi, made us write about slasher and zombie films, assigned The Time Machine as reading, enjoys mythology, and used to teach The Hobbit in his class. This sounds like my ideal guy.

I was going to dive into what I've been up to this summer, but I think I'll leave it here for now. As always, it was good writing!