Today was the laziest day I've had in a long time. It was great. I finally got up and awake today at 4pm. The reason for that, though, is because I was avoiding having to get up and face the day....because I know I need to devote this week to writing, but I can't get going. I had someone read my progress on my book and it's far shorter than I thought it would be. But a lot has happened...so that means I need to beef up what I already wrote. I had a sneaking suspicion that was the case. So I have to go through the difficult task of re-working scenes that, in my head, are complete...but they probably can be changed a lot.
And the reason why it's so frustrating that I'm not writing is because I'm finally back in a quiet place and at my own computer and I can (or should) concentrate. One of my editors back at Westword said true writers would love to spend their lives inside of their heads. But they shouldn't. She said that's what I was doing and that's what made me a weak reporter. Probably true. I don't know if any of you have seen the movie "The Secret Window" with Johnny Depp, but I could see myself turning into the main character. Not in that he becomes insane, but that he has a house out in the woods and that's his place to write. Just him, his dog, and his computer. Glorious.
Now that's not saying I don't want to spend the rest of my life with someone else...that's not the case at all...it's just that I feel the need a lot of the time to have my place to write. I haven't had that all year. I have this week and this summer....except this summer I'll be on a laptop and I hate writing on laptops....maybe I'll bring my own keyboard and plub it into it. I think you can do that.
In other news, I've either picked up a larger fan-base in the past week, or one person or group of people have started stopping by the site more frequently...because my hit count more than doubled this past week. I was stuck at 7,500 for a long time....craziness. Ok, time to do some real work.

And now I'm back in Minnesota....for the first time since Christmas. It's weird, but not really. Nice, but not really. If I hadn't seen my parents in such a long time (or actually, that they hadn't seen me) I would've stayed on campus and worked at the library. At least then I would've made some money. Instead, I'm just spending money, though I don't have any to spend. It's rough.
But yeah, back at home for a while. Yesterday night was rough. I definitely puked and past out by about 10:30. And I didn't drink that much at all. But then this morning I puked some more and had a stomach ache all day, so I think there was something else going on. We have this crappy, crappy, white couch in our room that we've started to write all over...probably because it's going in the dumpster come the end of May Term....but anyway, while I was passed out, one of my roommates wrote in big letters right by my head: COREY PASSED OUT HERE AFTER 2 BEERS. 2 BEERS??? WHAT A ******! So that's always great. But I had already gotten them by writing some bad stuff as well. Actually, my best revenge came after I had been passed out for 4 hours and the roommates had come back from the bar and brought some people with them...and one of my roommates and another dude were wrestling on the floor...well I decided to jump in, and after I got all of that out of my system, my roommate was so worked up that he ended up puking as well. hahahaha....good times.
So I'm getting a haircut tomorrow...and I've been seriously thinking about getting it cut way short again....like highschool length. I don't think I'll do it now, but I'd say It'll be short again before classes resume in the fall. It just has been pissing me off big time lately. I dunno.
What I really should be doing right now is writing, but I have other "Stuff" on my mind right now and I probably wouldn't be able to concentrate that way.....I think I will try, at least. We'll see how it goes. Have a good one.

Well, i'm back at the burg and things are going better than I could've hoped. After my extremely long train ride, Meredith and my roommate came and picked me up and brought me back to campus. After I listened to the band concert, and wished I could've been on stage....it was drinking time! I dropped about 80 bucks on beer for the suite...plus we had like 40 jello shots. It was great. Definitely drank a lot...but I didn't puke, which is disappointing, since that means I could've drank more. But other stuff started happening. And I got dragged to the crappy-ass bar here and split a pitcher and spilled my beer on myself...and then talked for a loooong time with some people. And called someone I shouldn't have called, but got caught up in the moment...and then went out again, and then came back to campus and back to my room at about 4am, only to see that the party was still raging. And finally went to bed around 6 a.m. It was some good fun.
Today I worked at the library for a while and just kind of hung out. I didn't really realize how much I missed being around my roommates until we started chillin again and making fun of each other...and giving each other crap. It's some good times. I also forgot how much I swear when I'm around them....which is bad, but they always curse up a blue streak and I forget that I'm doing it too when I talk with them. Oh well....at least I dont use that language all of the time. I think that in a lot of ways they bring out both the best and worst out of me. Good stuff. Ok, we're going to play some volleyball tonight at 10:30. wooohoo!