Recovering

So today has been a pleasant change from the rest of the week. Education week sucks. Although you won't catch me complaing about paying rent in one day. But today was spent in recovery mode. Feet up, TV on, pizza delivered. And next week will be quite a change of pace, before school actually starts again. I love not having anything to do. But I will be glad to have classes again. And Teacher will be back next week. And it will have been a year since Falsetto left. And I'll have a clean closet. Which really has nothing to do with anything, just I like being able to use my closet as something other than a monstrous pile that is likely to eat me anytime I open the door.

Home

So tonight was a little strange. There was a stake dance, and they played Numa Numa, and it just made me incredibly homesick. I want Missionary Boy to call me and tell me where he's going. I want to write him as faithfully and much less awkwardly than I write Falsetto (read maybe once a month, in a good month, and with him giving me the address) Mish and I were best friends. I haven't heard from him since I called him on his birthday. And Silver, the third member of my group of highschool friends hasn't really spoken to Mish or myself since she started dating Boyfriend. Granted I had moved by that point, but still I wish she would call sometimes, instead of just asking for a picture from my family when I dye my hair from light golden blonde to midnight black. Yeah, temporary insanity can strike at any time. As can insane fits of homesickness for something that can never exist any more.

Names and stories.

So I heard back from my new instructor at ICL. She wants my next story by early August. Crap that's now. And I don't even have a story. I have a character who has no name, but she does have a 19 year old brother named Eric, a 5 year old brother Isaac and a babysitter named Emily. She is ten years old, blonde hair, green eyes. But actually I need a conflict to be resolved, and then the rest will work itself out. But was never a ten year old. Ok, so when I was ten siblings the same ages. I really just need to start my collection of story ideas again. And I need to write consistently again. I reallydo love to write, I just don't like doing it for academic purposes. Although I would love to re-write my article on names and get it published. I love names. And I should start working on my name books I'm writing again. not that they will ever be published, but still. She has a name. The blonde, green eyed girl is Lilac. Pronounced Lie lick for all you utahns and other readers who may be questioning my naming abilities. My children will have wonderful easy to prounounce names. And Lingo, I do know that I can not name my daughter Anna Mae, no matter how much I love the names. But I can still have my Kyla Beth. And my Heidi Lynn. And no daughter of mine will have an e tacked to the end of her name, at least not the middle names. Anne is all right as a first name, in fact I would say that it needs the e. But Ann is much prefered (by the supreme naming authority who has never even been kissed yet, me) in middle names.