This is Halloween

So I've realized that all of my blog entries start with the word so... from now on I'm going to try to avoid that.

Friday night i went to a Halloween party and dressed up as a black cat, leopard thing. With a white cape. I don't know why the cape, but it was fun none the less. A picture of that will come shortly. Melissa and I won a game of cranium, although many of our fellow MFAers are a bit competitive so they insisted we won only because we were sober. I think it was because we were tired and wanted the game to end. Irregardless, it was fun. Michelle, our host, has a giant rabbit that was adorable and tried to eat my shoes. And I now have a little bat friend who has joined my ever growing collection of toys and distractions on my desk.

I'm finding myself very unmotivated in the last few days. I don't know why that is, but I better find a way to kick myself into gear here soon. I don't want to fall behind.

OK, that's all for now!

Drink, Drank, Drunk

So, I didn't get the job as the assistant managing editor of Willow Springs. However, is it weird that I'm sort of relieved? I mean, if I would have gotten it that would have been great, but now I get to have a life for the next two years, and I get more time to write, and I get to be slightly less stressed. Plus, I'm going to be an assistant fiction editor, so it's not like I'm not still involved.

On another note, I turned in my first story for workshop. It's now out of my hands and I'm not thinking about it till next Tuesday. After that, I'll let you all know how my slaughter goes (because I'm sure my class is going to hate it). But that's what workshops are for, right?

Additionally, Tuesday night after class everyone goes out, because all the genres have workshop so afterward we all meet at this bar around the corner called The Globe. It's a good place (but don't order the Cesar salad, very fishy). Anyway, so we went out their last night and afterward went to this great little all night diner called the Satellite. Half of it is a bar and half is a diner and you can order whatever you want at either one. So we're all their getting breakfast at like one in the morning and Terry, a poet from Rochester NY, orders a short stack of pancakes and a double jack and coke. It was fantastic. Plus he's very Irish, so it kind of reminded me of being back home in west park.
My mother thinks I'm regressing, since I go out drinking so much (and it's partially true, damn I thought I drank a lot in undergrad...). But here's the thing, writers are traditionally big drinkers. Some of the best authors (Hemingway, Poe, etc.) have been complete drunks. So we're kind of just following in their amazing writerly footsteps. right? right.
And, in my defense, I only had one drink last night because I was driving. It was called a washington pear. I don't know what was in it, the bartender just kind of made it up, but it was pretty tasty.

News from the Week

So, It's Sunday and my first story is due for workshop on Tuesday...and i only have five pages written. And yet, I'm procrastinating by playing around on my blog... yea...

In other news, I have a second interview for Assistant Managing Editor of Willow Springs on Monday... yea... I'm not a little stressed or anything...

Also, Torren and I went to see The Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D the other night, that was a lot of fun, and I highly recomend it. You also get to keep the glasses. Good times.

We also had our first dinner party on Thursday. We had three of my friends from the MFA program over and it was a good time. We got to make real food (lasagna) and drink wine (a whole bottle for some people...) and hear about dog's being eaten by neighbors in Africa (wholly depressing).

I'm a little freaked out that our wedding invitations are not in the mail yet. Warning, you will have less then a month to get them back to us. Sorry folks. I guess that's what happens when you decide to move across the country and get married all in about five months. Still trying to remember why I thought that was a good idea...

Well, that's all for now kids. Take care!

Attack of the Spokanites

That's right, I said Spokanites. Torren and I used to fight about this frequently. As residents of Cleveland, my family always referred to ourselves as Clevelanders and apparently Torren was a Toledoan. But apparently, the good citizens of Spokane, WA call themselves Spokanites. I can't quite get over it. However, I do have it on rather good authority: that is, another first year student named Yvonne who has lived here with her husband for several years. I told Torren this and he looked at me rather puzzled. "So we're Spokanites now?" he asked me. I guess at least we won't disagree about -an's or -er's anymore. Now we have -ites. However, whenever I hear the word, Spokanites, I can't help but think of small green men in space suits and get the strange feeling that I'm being invaded...

Sick Sucks and/or Insecurity

So,I'm sick and it sucks. My throat is soar and my head feels like it's full of cotton. It's no fun. OK, I'm done complaining.
Anyway, the first voice over is tonight, voice over is the graduate run reading program at EWU, and I'm super excited to go and hear some of the second years read. And there is a party afterward, so the whole thing should be a good time. But here's the thing, I still feel so overwhelmed when I go to all of these events. It's like, I feel like I need to prove myself, and until I have I'm going to continue fumbling around trying to figure out what I'm doing here. And I know that tonight is suppose to be fun, but I'll feel anxious all night worrying about making a good impression. I'm sure i"ll feel better once i either a.) send my work out for workshop or b.) find out about the Willow Springs internship stuff. But until then, I guess I'll just keep meandering through life.

MFAing

So, I finally got to start classes this week, and it is so good to get into school again. I know, I'm a big dork. But I've missed workshops and writing and such. Plus, it doesn't help that it's already October (when did that happen??) and I've been here five weeks feeling pointless. But here's the thing, whenever I start something new, something seems to go wrong or just change somehow for the worst. Case and point - the MFA program just got moved to another place, and it sort of sucks. It's reminiscent of a bad 80's office building, including the maroon carpets, and we get a corner of the forth floor across from AG Edwards where the professors are squeezed into cubicles and my workshop class is currently filled with empty boxes. It's only temporary, but it will probably last as long as I'm here. They claim something about the university wanting to move all of the Spokane branch of the university to the same campus, but I think they just found out I was coming.