Only 3½ until a whole new year!
Sep. 15th, 2011 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Day 2: Your parents.
Day 3: What you ate today.
Day 4: Your definition of love.
Day 5: Your day.
Day 6: A moment
Day 7: Your beliefs.
Day 8: What you wore today.
Day 9: Your siblings.
Day 10: What’s in your bag.
Day 11: Your favorite foods/drinks.
Day 12: This week.
Day 13: Your dreams.
Day 14: Your regrets.
Day 15: This month.
Day 16: Your sleeping habits.
Day 17: Something that upsets you.
Day 18: Something that makes you feel better.
Day 19: Something that makes you cry.
Day 20: A first.
Day 21: Your fears.
Day 22: Your favorite place.
Day 23: Something that you miss.
Day 24: Your aspirations.
Day 25: Your music.
Day 26: Your hobbies.
Day 27: Your mode of transportation.
Day 28: Where you live.
Day 29: Your morning routine.
Day 30: Your job and/or schooling.
Day 15: This month.
Nnnngh…it’s okay. I don’t think September will ever stop being a weird month for me, because it always means getting up early and going back to school, no sleep and too many essays and the start of everything going grey around the edges until May, if I'm lucky. But it’s also apples and long sleeves, and new notebooks and red leaves and late nights out with Harper. There’s good and bad in it, is what I’m trying to say.
And it’s not like things are too bad. Working with Dr. N is still awesome, and now that I’m out of Audubon I have my nights and weekends back. I’ve got three stories in various stages of completion (yes, I know I’ve been saying that since May…shut up) and an idea for NaNoWriMo that I’m trying to fit to an outline. And even though she still wants me to “get with someone already” so that she can get great-grandchildren before she dies, my grandmother has finally stopped threatening to sign me up to Match.com, so hey! Bonus! :)
I also managed to figure out that I need 120 credits to get my degree, and am currently at 92, so with my classes worth 15 credits this semester and if I take at least 13 in the spring, if nothing goes wrong I will finally, finally be done with this whole mess and can graduate. *fingers crossed*