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It's strange. I'm busy at work, but when I remember I don't have class in the evenings, I feel the strangest sense of boredom. Like, "Ugh... what am I going to do now." I need a list!

Things I hope to accomplish in the next 90 days:

Clean my house. And I mean top to bottom, clean out the closets, and shovel out the basement. It is time to streamline! It is time to get rid of the boxes I didn't unpack when I moved into my house nearly six years ago!

Play FFXI. Hopefully get my BLM to level... whatever the new level cap is right now.

Collaborate with flydye8 on a DW fic. I'm terrible at brainstorming, but I'm trying to do that now. I will send a multitude of terrible ideas to you soon, fly!

Go home for a visit. This is becoming more difficult than I had anticipated. Firstly, airplane ticket prices have skyrocketed and all of the direct flights have been canceled. Secondly, I was considering flying directly to Spokane because it turns out we won't have many people to visit in Seattle this time around, and rental car prices around the Seattle airport are outrageous (I will literally outraged). Thirdly, my sis is moving to Seattle, so I won't have a place to stay on the East side of the state. So I'm not quite sure how this is going to work.

Most importantly, spend quantity time with Dominic. It doesn't matter what we do, but we should do it together.

There. Now I feel properly intimidated by my work load. That's much better.

( Not exactly timely, but here's that paper )

I just wanted to post my College Writing assignment from last night. We wrote 300 word stories, then we were asked to edit them down to 200 words. We were asked to write about kites.

Original story:
The little girl excitedly walked home from school with a kite. It had been that week’s art project and she was excited to try it out on the first windy day. It was cut from fuchsia tissue paper into the shape of a fish, details outlined with magic marker and colored in with pastels. A cardboard collar held the mouth open to allow air to flow through the center. Long streamers off the back resembling fins were supposed to lend stability to it as it flew. As she walked, she held the kite away from her, allowing the wind to catch the kite and pull it as far as the very short string would allow.

The windy day arrived that weekend. She carefully tied the strings to the paper kite and took it outside to try it out. She held the kite away from her and gave it some slack. The wind picked it up for a couple of seconds then promptly let it fall to the earth. She picked it up and tried again and yet the kite refused to stay in the air. She held it close and took off at a run. As long as the kite was close to her, it stayed in the air. The more freedom she gave it, the lower it flew until it dragged behind her.

She picked the kite up from the road and inspected the damage. Creases where there had been no creases before and a tear in the tailfin were easily repaired, but it was evident this kite wasn’t meant to fly. She swallowed her disappointment, removed the strings and took the kite back inside.

Maybe fish weren’t meant to fly. Perhaps she would recommend to her art teacher to make birds next time. That would make more sense.

Edited down to 200 words:
The girl walked home from school with a kite that had been that week’s art project. It was cut from fuchsia tissue paper into the shape of a fish and colored with pastels. A cardboard collar held the mouth open to allow air to flow through the center. Long streamers off the back resembling fins were supposed to lend stability to it as it flew. When the first windy arrived, she took it outside to try it out. She held the kite away from her and let the wind pick it up. It fell to the earth almost immediately. She picked it up and tried again and yet the kite refused to stay in the air. She tried running with it, but the kite still dragged on the ground.

She picked up the kite and inspected the damage. Creases where there had been no creases before and a tear in the tailfin were easily repaired, but it was evident this kite wasn’t meant to fly. She sadly removed the strings and took the kite back inside.

Maybe fish weren’t meant to fly. Perhaps she would recommend to her art teacher to make birds next time. That would make more sense.

I just thought it was an interesting exercise. I think I prefer the original, though.

I wrote a bit of fanfic for the "Jiggery Pokery"...is Love ficathon. I figured I should post it here as well for my own records. This is the first bit of fanfiction I have ever written and I am moderately proud of it.

gement did the beta-ing for me and pointed out where I was being silly or not making sense and her suggestions really made the whole thing gel.

I wrote this from

mondaymyers' prompt "Thought you said you were great at monopoly?"

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