Slow progress, no picture today

I was going to go to the gym today.  Got dressed for it and everything, and then I sat down.  On the edge of the bed.  While I was at home.  And all my momentum went whump.  Dead.

Tomorrow's another day.  (Thank god.  Can you imagine if we actually had to finish our To Do lists in a single twenty-four hours?  The world would crash like an overloaded computer.)

I (finally!) finished my application for the six week writing workshop at UCSD this summer, though, called Clarion.  I'm terrified of getting in--but even more anxious about not getting in.  Two of my favorite authors are lecturers this year, and I can't even imagine what it would be like to be known to them.  Christ, what if I got in and then by the end they knew my name?!

Ahem.  I'm going to stop fretting until I hear back from the panel looking at my application (partially consisting of those two authors.  AAAHHHH!)

Juuuulyyy

I finished my story and got it in on time. :) It’s been about two weeks since the deadline came and went, but I’m still quite pleased with myself. I went to the gym in the morning, did a final read-through and edit, and then submitted it—all before I headed off to work. It was a good day (except for the work part).

Yesterday, I went down to La Jolla Shores and surfed for the first time in a year. Couldn’t find anyone to go with me, so I just went all by myself. I’m pretty terrible, but there were probably three different instances where I managed to stand up (crouch) before the wave ended. The first time I managed it, all I could think was, “Ahhh, so this is why surfers keep at it…”

And this morning, after I got back from the gym, my mom and I got all my housing for next year sorted out and paid off! I’m so glad that’s taken care of—one less thing to worry about, you know? I’ll be living in the largest of the res halls at U of Edinburgh, and will probably be surrounded by first years. It wasn’t my first choice—or second or third, really—but I’ve only heard one bad thing about it (that it’s noisy, since it’s next to a huge street full of bars and clubs). Everyone I’ve talked to who lived there last year had a really fantastic time, so I’m not real worried at all. Ear plugs are such a small investment. ;)