victormakesart | (no subject)

A woman stopped me today on my way to class. She was at the honors retreat with me last week. We got to talking, and it ends up that she thought that I was staff there, and a junior because I seemed at ease and my poetry was so mature. I guess she wasn't there when I got voted "Craziest Camper." Don't know why. I'm sane-ish. Well, actually, that was the award I was expecting.

All of the characters in my books go nutso. Then they get difficult to work with and I can't write for them anymore. Gah! Stupid written stupid gosh darn it.

I'm in love. I really, really am. And it's remarkable, to be able to feel that degree of...
It's wow. Wowowowowowow.

I think I need to get a mattress for the project-house. Because I think I'm going to be crashing there a lot and he might do the same.

It's cold!

I'm worried, but I'm starting to get my appetite back a little bit, so I won't have to make myself eat anymore. Worried. He promised, though. He promised he promisedhepromisedhepromised. Everything's going to be okay.