In which Sky is way too cheerful in writing for someone who feels so awful.

[cerulean_sky]

• I am writing this on one of the computers in the "Creative Writing Computer Lab" which I feel is really just a closet that they cleaned out, carpeted, and put some desks and computers in. I am not complaining as it means closer access to a fast printer than the library, but I still feel like I am in a closet when I am in this room. (Also, only some of the tabs on this Internet Explorer window are green. But not all of them. I. What?)

• The paperwork for an Independent Study is really strange. There is the "Independent Study Plan"—but it includes a space for the "class number." It doesn't have a class number because it isn't a normal class! Then you also have to fill out a "Course Change" form, which, what? This form also asks for the CRN, but it also asks for the building it's in and the pre-requisites. There is a ticky box at the bottom that says Independent Study. I feel like I should just put my name on the form and tick that box and hand it in with nothing else filled out because this is a silly form. You also have to fill out an "Add/Drop" form, which... sort of makes sense. I don't know how to put "Independent Study" into all their neat little categories, though.

• I am trying to finish my mix for the xmenbigbang which is supposed to be posted tomorrow. I might actually have to finish it tomorrow and hope that my partners are ok not posting at the crack of dawn. (Somehow, I suspect they will be fine with this plan.)

• Today is actually the first day I have been to school all week, due to some stomach bug... thing. And the inability to sleep for more than 1.5 hours at a time at night. I am getting annoyed with the lack of sleep, which I suspect is only making my stomach more upset with my body. In the last, oh lets say four and a half days, I have eaten:

- four pieces of toast
- 3 bites of cream of wheat
- 2 bites of mac 'n cheese
- three chicken potstickers (when I thought I was feeling better enough to do so—hint: I wasn't actually well enough to do so)
- about 6 bites of beans and rice
- a handful of almond M&Ms (scattered over two days)
- and a few bites of coffee cake this morning.

This is not a lot of food, guys. It's like no one told my body that winter isn't the right time to stop being able to eat. I feel like I don't have enough body fat to keep me warm to begin with. I wouldn't be here today either except that it was (supposed to be) the last day of my Bible class, and I have a meeting with a teacher that I postponed from Tuesday because I wasn't feeling well. People keep looking at me and saying, "So, feeling better?" Not so much, no. Sorry.

• Last night while trying to sleep, I was thinking about my writing process and about my NaNoWriMo novel (which needs a better name than "NaNoWriMo Novel 2011" or "Faerie Thing" but I can't think of anything) and I [a] bemoaned the fact that there is no way to make a computer more like a notebook and that I had to actually type things instead of having an intern to abuse, and [b] came up with two or three scenes that need to go in the novel to make things cohere a bit better than they do right now. (Though, right now it's hardly coherent at all, since it's sort of just random puzzle piece scenes.) This is just another way of saying that I am still working on this story, I suppose.

• Augh, someone make my body function like a normal thing.

• I am supposedly going to pick out snow tires today. I postponed from yesterday because I wanted my dad to come along because I know next to nothing about cars in general. But he was feeling poorly, so it might happen today. A car is a strange thing to own. I obviously need to live in a place where I can just take the subway everywhere. I am including in this category New York and London and excluding everything else because I can. (I would likely also be happy anywhere there was a bus system that wasn't total shit. I suppose this expands the category somewhat, but I'm just going to ignore that for a bit.)

• With the semester almost over, it actually makes graduation look like a reasonable, and not too far off, goal. This is sort of incredible to me. I would just like to get a degree and get out of this town. There are a lot of things to like about Santa Fe (#1 and #2 are my dad and green chile, possibly not in that order) but I can't be here for the rest of my life. I need the city and my friends and real bookstores and stores/bars that are open later than 1am.

• Also I need money. I ought to look into that, so that when moving out of this place actually becomes an option I actually have a way of doing it. Hm.

• Oh, NYC people, I am also looking into summer internships there, so I might be around over the summer. Fingers crossed for that. (That is a whole lot more paperwork, isn't it? Real colleges are baffling.) Obviusly I am looking at something in the publishing industry, but if you hear of anything that you think might interest me, pass it along. The worst that can happen is I'll say I'm not interested.

Ugh, class is approaching and I feel terrible.

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[lolafeist.livejournal.com]

:( Feel better, dude.