February 27, 2004 :: 12:29 a.m.
now with even more creamy filling!
I just made a batch of Adam's mom's chocolate chip meringue cookies, and just... wow. These things rock. They're easy to make, relatively not bad for you, and really good both still-warm and totally cooled. They almost taste like real chocolate chip cookies when they're warm. Mmm. And they satisfy a sweet tooth like nothing I've met. Seriously. Wow. Note to self: make these lots.
So other than the baking tonight, I've spent the last two days cooped up in my room, writing like mad. I got my villanelle and sestina paper done, and can now say that I fully understand both of them. I don't think I'll be trying one anytime soon, though, because while I may be somewhat masochistic on occasion, I'm not yet fully insane. Yet. I also finished the story that I've been working on for-freaking-ever, which was a nice feeling. It came in at 6,600-some words, 18 pages total. Except now I think I'm not really done at all, and will probably write more. Dammit. I am not a novelist. Eighteen pages should be enough.
And keeping in the writing vein, Prof. Wallace tried to make me read something again tonight. Bastard. It was a poem this time, which I hate reading more than anything - I don't speak well enough to read poetry aloud. I can write the pants off of most people (of course, most people are morons), but public speaking? Is so not my thing. Especially when it's poetry, and I'm supposed to sound all serious and literary and deep. Bleh. Whatever. I said no, again, but we still workshopped it. Again. Except this time everyone just read it to themselves instead of having anyone (me, him, whoever) read it aloud. Which is how it should be, dammit.
Gah. All this workshopping is starting to make me nervous. I mean, it's nice - not as nice as it was last semester, but still nice. And somewhat helpful, except that I don't really have delusions of publication so I never actually go back and revise anything. But we've workshopped two pieces of my work in 4 classes, which means that 50% of the time we're talking about something relating to me. And I don't want people to start thinking I'm some kind of spotlight-seeking attention whore, because hey - not. I didn't ASK for either piece to be workshopped. Wallace just springs these things on me in class, no advance warning, no pretending that there's a choice. Because really, there's not. Not when he already has copies made and everything.
I mean, I would be happy just handing stuff in and getting his comments back. I am NOT a fame whore, dammit. I'm not all, "Ooh! Attention! Gimme gimme gimme!" I don't like the idea of people seeing me that way.
Aww, Tango is asleep on my bed with her head resting on my purse. It's like her little knitted pillow. And it has Chococat on it, too, so it's very appropriate.
Tomorrow I get to draw Adam (twice! and possibly shirtless!) and try to cut a big honkin' sheet of mat board down to size. Gah. Why the fuck can't I find sheets smaller than 32x40? That's really fucking big, is what that is. I don't need it that big, but the pre-cut mats are all too small, so I have to try to cut it down all straight and nice. Which - yeah, right. And at five bucks a sheet, I'm going to have MAJOR guilt by the end of this whole fiasco. I need like 12 sheets. Erk. I need to get a job. Temp agency, here I come.
And then there's a new Joan of Arcadia on, which is making me happy already and it doesn't even air for 19 hours. After tomorrow night's episode we go back into reruns, though - poo. My Friday night happiness is being yanked away by CBS because they need to save some episodes for May sweeps. Bastards.
Anyway, I'm going to go get some more water, and steal my mom's electric pencil sharpener. And then I'm going to try my hand at drawing a comic, because I have a story to tell but frankly can't face the thought of sitting down with another blank Word document just yet. I need a day or two to recover. Besides, I've never really drawn one before - it might be fun. Stranger things have happened.
Like that crazy German cannibal. Yikes.
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