I spent this past weekend in Laporte, drove up there with all sorts of glowing intentions to get some serious work done on my thesis.
Well, the first night there was shot, because I got to playing around with my webcam, trying to get the blasted thing installed on my computer. Then a bat got in our house, probably when I was unloaded my car of all my crap. The bat was a small little bugger when it landed, but when it was flying around, it seemed significantly bigger (read: scarier) because of the wings. After much shrieking and falling off of furniture (this is how a klutz like me gets designated Bat Catcher: mom's only capable of emiting high-pitched shrieks whenever it gets near her, waving her hands over her head and running away... and dad sits in his chair, reading, ignoring our melodrama) I finally managed to catch it in a clear plastic container. After a teeny bit of close up inspection as it was freaking out inside of its oxygen-deprived prison, I set it free outdoors and it flew off into the woods.
I spent all of Friday working for Professor Woolley, it was quite boring, as usual. That night I watched "Much Ado About Nothing" with mom, but couldn't find anything really to take notes on, so I'm thinking I won't be using that film for my thesis...
Saturday I accomplished some mad sleeping in, read a book called "Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage," which is on my reading list for my contemporary fiction class this semester. I'm trying to get ahead of the reading because of the whole thesis thing. After dinner I wrote some preliminary research stuff for my thesis, then got sucked into creative writing and wrote late into the night. Nighttime seems to be my peak time for writing stuff like that. I'm working on three pieces at the moment, "the photograph album," the beginning of which is an earlier entry in this blog, a piece about a teenage girl called "summer" and another one that is untitled at the moment. In the last one, I'm trying out stream of consciousness a little bit. Nothing extraordinary, but amusing for me anyway.
Sunday we went to church and there was this great musical group of about six guys called "Delaware Rag," and they played fun music during the service. The mandolin player was sort of dressed like he just stepped off the set of "Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman," but he was kinda cute so it was charming. They were good, too. http://www.delawarerag.com
Oh yeah! sometime during the past week, I sent an email to JE to try to establish contact. On Saturday, I got a response! I wasn't even sure he'd reply. When Carrie found out, she told me "Ok, don't get too excited about JE," and I was like "What? No! I'm just planning out the details of our wedding...." Puh-leaze. I mean seriously. It's just email. I'd like to get to know him better, that's all.
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