procrastination

My story's due in about 24 hours, and I am no where near finished. Crap. I'm not worried about it, though. I'll get it done, even if it means turning it in on Sunday instead. It's all good. I'm really struggling to think of a good story, though. I think I have something, but it might be too difficult to do in 24 hours, at least six of which I hope are spent asleep.

I told myself I'd incorporate hockey into at least one of my stories for this class. Writers write about what they love, right? Half right. I don't really love the things I've written about. But this one will be about things I love.

I had to go to the Honors Dorm today to turn in a Final Enrichment/Reflection paper for teaching Honors 199. I don't miss living there. I mean, yeah, it's a super nice dorm, but Sunnyside just isn't that great. I do, however, have some great memories of living right on Grant...like looking out my window at 2 a.m. to find some drunk dude taking a pee under my window, or hearing wretching and looking out my window at 10 a.m. to see projectile vomiting a little ways down the street. Yeah, good memories.

Here in good ol' B. North, I constantly hear girls screaming, and I have a great view of a brick wall. Yup. I make good choices for dorms. It's all good, though. My experiences in dorms will just make apartment life even better. Next year I'll be at The District with Anna Jo :) I can't wait!

Perhaps I'll make a habit of ending every post with some lyrics. Or a verse. Yeah, verse.

My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.
- 2 Corinthians 12:9