And the Search Continues!

Hello again.

It has been over a month since I've last checked in, because I really hadn't experienced much worth sharing. But since some time has passed, things have changed.

I am anticipating next week's callback for a vampire film in which my involvement is wanted (no word on which of the two parts I've landed that I was considered for), and in between bouts of anxiously gnawing my foot in a fetal position in the corner, awaiting the news, and sifting through listing after listing on Craigslist.org looking for hired work and/or internships, I decided it was time to indulge myself once more in my favorite form of self-medication: writing.

So here I am, abscessed molar and all, again. When I'm not marveling at the literary wonder that is Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series, I'm slaving over pile after bottomless pile of college essays, research papers and term papers, proverbially cramming monologue print-outs for Theater down my own throat, and having staring contests with Elmo, my grumpy 7-year-old silver whiteface cockatiel (psst... I'm winning!).

I am actually having a great time this semester around, and I have encountered loads of fascinating new faces around campus and interesting new hideaway hangouts I'd had no idea even existed. I've been carousing the campus library, and I was pleasantly surprised at the unexpected (and albeit sometimes bizarre) variety the shelves are endowed with. Christ, they've even got tomes filled with huge, glossy prints of "illegal street drugs" (the authors' words, not mine) and their up-to-date names, effects, and the estimated prison time in each State you'll likely serve when caught using or distributing said drugs within State lines.

And don't you love it when someone forgets they've something personal pressed between the pages of a borrowed book? A found a particularly snotty, accusational letter from one former friend to another that read something like an episode of Jerry Springer. By the letter's end I was blushing like a hooker in church.

I am still waiting for my copy of Higher Spirit magazine with my short story, "The Angel", published within to arrive at my house as the publication's submissions overseer promised, but so far haven't seen it or heard word one from anyone who may know anything about it. The wait continues.

I suppose another trip to Barnes & Noble is in order, since that's where I happened upon the magazine to begin with.

Still banging out more short stories, poems, and even trudging onward in my novel these days as the weather grows increasingly ominous and forboding. The idea of buying a Snuggie, clutching a piping hot cup of mulled cider, and cuddling up in my beanbag chair to a Harry Potter movie marathon is sounding more enticing by the second (my favorite is The Goblet of Fire, for obvious reasons *cough* Robert Pattinson pre-Twilight craze *cough*.