A moment of nostalgia . . .

Does anyone else remember when you actually had to make HTML documents in Notepad? *sigh* Table tags, I miss you.

Nngyeerrrr.

Notes on various relationships

Bad boyfriends: girls, money and half-assed apologies do not a loving relationship make.

Great friends: the kind of people you can sit around with, reading "interesting facts", and be completely happy and entertained.

Update on those gigantic four-hour breaks: I love the fact that I can use the darkroom now because I have a card.

I love the darkroom. I love the darkroom. I don't think I can say this enough---I love the darkroom.

I just can't really even put it into words, why it is that I love it so much. The first time we went in there it was so strange, because everybody was crowded into such a small place. But the actual process, and the creation of---well, it's just something else. Holding in your hands a photo that you put into the chemicals, something that you made entirely with your own two hands---I don't know, watching the image billow up into black and white is like seeing something real and whole transformed into something magical. Modern alchemy.

Of course, I don't know how to do any actual PHOTOGRAPHS yet. I can make photograms, which are created by arranging items on top of light sensitive photo paper, then exposing the paper to light for some amount of time. But I'm pretty much in love with the entire process, and I am dying to learn how to do pictures from negatives. I may be forced to teach myself, but god, the prospect of knowing is exciting.

In other news, the idea of being a museum curator is sounding pretty damn attractive. DAMMIT. WHY CAN'T I LIKE THINGS THAT MAKE MONEY.

Ah well. Perhaps one of my books will become a bestseller and I can laugh in all the faces of, um, the people that mocked me. Which is a short list. So then I'll probably go laugh at Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect, because they're hilar. Yeah that's right, I was too lazy, so I shortened it. Bite me! (Don't really. I've been quite clumsy the past couple of days and have quite a few paper cuts to show for it, so I'm in enough pain already.)

Also, damn, I think Andrea is getting me to watch American Idol. Ugh. It's a despicable show but some parts of it are just quite compelling.

My dear blog, I've been neglecting you. I'm dreadfully sorry. My excuse is that I was taking December off to chiiiill after my intense novel-writing November. I still sort of can't believe that I actually did that. Whooo! One life goal accomplished! Now if only I can finish the damn trilogy, haha.

Let's see, I'm back at school now. It's funny, we settled in pretty quickly, but the homesickness will probably hit me at some point soon. Of course I miss everyone. I especially miss my parents, who are in West Drayton right now. *sigh* I miss London sooo, sooo much. I would love to be there RIGHT NOW.

Buuut Seattle's pretty cool, and I absolutely love my school. I seriously do. It's so beautiful up here, and I missed my libraries. I have got to go to one of them for longer than two minutes soon. I could hit up the library in my gigantic four-hour break tomorrow.

My schedule this quarter's pretty sweet, nice 'n' relaxed. The classes, on the other hand, might be sort of difficult. They're going to be a LOT a LOT a LOT of work. Photo and poetry in the same quarter---what was I thinking?! Well, I know what I was thinking. It's just, I'm a reluctant artist. It's very hard for me to show things to people, but that, in the end, IS why I took these classes: I love both the subjects, and I want to force myself to be more comfortable in putting myself out in the world. We'll see how it goes, eh?

Biggest news lately: I cleared up my closet and below my bed and they are both BEAUTIFUL. It's basically amazing. I still have to clear up my desk, but after that, my areas will be totally clean and wonderful. *happy sigh*

Okay, I should probably try and force myself to go to historical linguistix reading. Wish me luck.