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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

celebrity semester

Hey, remember me? Sometimes I write blog posts. There have been a lot of things going on with me lately, nearly all of them good. Not the least of these is that there is now A Boy, whom I will call The Boy to protect the innocent.

A lot of my time is spent treading water, I feel. Lately, though, it's less like treading and more like swimming, because I'm going somewhere. Where, I'm not sure, but finding out is exciting.

It's not just The Boy who's causing all this change, either, although he is certainly a wonderful part of it. (Dang, he is cute. Cute!) For months, I've felt like something big was on the horizon, and now things seem to be moving. I'm getting things done, I'm going out and interacting with other humans, I'm eating breakfast in the mornings in an apartment that's clean and tidy, I play with my cats (although I am not home as much as they would like, which they indicate by TEARING UP MY DANG CHAIR), I read all kinds of interesting things, I go to class, I do my work.

Things is good. That's all I've really wanted for a long time.

Oh and btw, my classes next semester will be taught by a) Kenneth Turan, movie reviewer for the L.A. Times; and b) Steve Randall, editor of Playboy. Celebrity Semester!

 
 
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