Seton Hill Category

Because the internet hates me

In: Roam, Seton Hill

So, I’ve not had the opportunity to get on the internets at school as I had planned. The wireless system isn’t the best and since I wiped the Mac, I need to get my laptop all shiny with the network. I hate IT. So, I haven’t done a thing to get on the system and [...]

Little intrusion

In: Everyday, Seton Hill, The Family

This is the blog entries where I sit and wallow in introspection and discuss those things that mean the most to me: The Moosey restraunt with the soup, family ties, writing, and my period.
First, because it’s the most soap-opera-ish of the bunch, the family ties. I’ll keep it brief. My stepmother lives about a half [...]

Panic

In: Contemplation, Roam, Seton Hill

I don’t have enough time to breathe, finish my reading (I spent WAY too much time on that fucking Marie Antionette biography), and finish my writing. I’m trying to make sure I have time for everything, and I do, I just have to stop spinning my wheels and STFU.
We took the  Max all over the [...]

Dayquil for days

In: Hissy Fit!, Seton Hill

Multiple days of being sick…again, have put me behind my deadline for school. I’m still under the weather, at work, and I think my fever just came back. I’ve been sick more since I got to Oregon than the whole time I was in Florida. I think Oregon is trying to kill me. Or tell [...]

And now…with OCD

In: Happiness, Portland stuff, Seton Hill

I don’t know if I was actually avoiding finishing my pages for the month, but instead of focusing on POV or cleaning the house, D and I rearranged our home. Once the thought entered my mind, I couldn’t focus on anythign else. We had to move the rooms around.
Must.
Move.
Furniture.
The dining table is now where my [...]

Hello Stranger

In: Did I forget to mention?, Seton Hill

I am doing this too often. Yes, not keeping in touch. It’s been crazy around here. But I have a new announcement, which will only mean something awesome to some of you.
My novel is 90 pages. Huzzah. I’ve been writing my happy ass off now, and it’s due tomorrow, and there is a LOT of [...]

Quick

In: Animal Madness, Celebration!, Seton Hill

He’s home. After 7 days of running around the neighborhood, we got the call. He’s skinnier, whiney, and smells funny, but my cat is home. Surprisingly, Voodoo is not happy. He keeps hissing at Valentine. I wish I spoke cat.
After 7 days of sleeping in the living room because I was so congested and snoring, [...]

I played Halo last night with my sister and D. I realized a few weeks ago that she stopped blogging because of Halo, and I stopped writing. That’s changing. I think video games, at least for me, are like dessert. I’m allowed to have them, in moderation. Moderation isn’t one of my favorite words. Let’s [...]

Alone in my room

In: Connections, Seton Hill

Some observations before I fall asleep. Because I’ve gone all insominiac on the east coast, and it sucks.

Conversation is one of the finest gifts that a person can share. I just had an amazing conversation with one of my residency girls, and I think I made a good friend for a long time. When I [...]

The days go by

In: Seton Hill

I’m in the computer lab right now. I have about 10 minutes before I have to go to a reading (D I will call you when I get back to the hotel). The week has been hectic, overhwhelming, exhausting and illuminating. This progam, this residency has reinspired me to write more, write well, and to [...]

The E has landed

In: Roam, Seton Hill

The flight out wasn’t a traumatizing as I thought it would be. I had a nice space between me and my next seat-mate. He read Harry Potter and napped. We shared the empty seat between us, he used it for storage, and I let my knees rest on the seat. I stared out the window [...]

Signing off

In: Roam, Seton Hill

It’s time to take my shower, pack the rest of my things and go to dinner with my huzzie. I know I sound like an uber-sap, but I will miss him while I’m gone. But I look forward to reigniting my creative juices.
I’m not jazzed about the plane though. At least, as of right now, [...]

when…..

In: Everyday, Portland stuff, Seton Hill

 
I have a lot of things to do before I head out tomorrow, but I’ve gotten a lot done already. I’ve contacted all the people I needed to regarding rooms, flights, etc. I’m working on my laundry, charging my gadgets and ripping movies to put on my PSP. It’s much more affordable than buying UMDs [...]

This is your head…

In: Portland stuff, Seton Hill

This is your head when you are trying to move across the country in less than a week with a living room full of boxes and a million things to do while trying to plan all the goodbyes and somehow fit in some writing otherwise you will got absolutely apeshit (and if anyone from Seton [...]

The days tick….

In: Seton Hill

I am sitting in my room now, trying to get sleepy. It’s been hard today. I’m overwhelmed, hungry and hormonal. Good time to be bi-polar, eh? There’s a lot going on, and I felt like the world and deadlines were swallowing me, so I came back to the dorm, read through a story or two [...]

Seton Hill…day 2

In: Seton Hill

I got here last night, but we just had orientation and dinner. It was fun and quite inspiring. When I arrived, it was raining, but the drive up to the school itself is awe-inspiring. A tunnel of trees sheltered the street, and my first view of the school was the administrative building, which is by [...]

I become a master

In: Seton Hill

Seton Hill looms. I’m nervous because I’m not sure where to go when I get to campus. I will write about the weekend and my last day at work. For now, I’m going to try to get my brain settled enough to rest.
It’s going to  be a long night.
There is rain in the forecast for [...]

Liberty Street

In: Revelation in Text, Seton Hill

This is the story I submitted to Seton Hill. I meant to post it weeks ago. Please remember that I totally turned this in at the last minute, that there are grammar and plot issues, and that the point of view shifts. It’s a work in progress, after all, and although I am disappointed in [...]

6 weeks and counting

In: Portland stuff, Seton Hill

It’s rushing up on me, this lack of time. I’ve resisted disassembling the house, trying to sift through the stuff, to find the proper box for this and the right packing material for that. For the first time in a long time, I’m considering the wooden trunk. Full of old journals (when I was super-tragic) [...]

Bits of it

In: Portland stuff, Seton Hill

Suitcases - I had the best suitcase ever. One of those older, blue ones with flipping latches and a shell so indestructible that I could lean on the side without it buckling. It wasn’t cool enough to be vintage — and after looking around at various sites, I think it can place it in the [...]

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