Life Update: 12/31/08

Another day, another task. So I'm completely registered for next semester, and I'm going to be suicidal by mid-terms. I'm doing what UNM calls a "consortium agreement" where I take a few credits at CNM that count toward my UNM degree.

So: my CNM schedule consists of Calculus I (4 cr. hrs.), Physics II (4 cr. hrs.), and Physics II Lab (1 cr. hr.). My UNM schedule is Intro to Astronomy (3 cr. hrs.), Reasoning and Critical Thinking (3 cr. hrs.), and Intro to Costuming (3 cr. hrs.).

That's a grand total of 18 credit hours spread across two campuses, four days a week. And I'm still working part time. 

God save me from my over-ambitious academiamania.

Anyway, on the social front; I've actually gone on a date for the first time in my life. Shocking, I know. And Brian is actually really sweet. Not too sure how serious it will get, as it's mostly the novelty of a first relationship on my end. Other than that, not too much happening. Even on winter break, I have no social interaction outside of my roommate and my co-workers. Oh, well.

Oh, I've been thinking about a major problem in my novel. As of yet, I haven't even made it to chapter ten because I keep getting this nagging notion that my main character just isn't developed enough to be interesting. Because of this, I'm going to try something that I've adamantly opposed for several years in my own work: I'm going to re-write it in the first person. I think that this insight into my main character's mind might just give me the nudge I need to get past that chapter ten barrier and into the meat of the story. Also, I need better names for locations. Living, breathing characters and creatures I have no trouble naming. As for locations, I just end up sounding cheesy, contrived, or (heaven forbid) a little bit of both. Eh, I guess I need some more practice.

On another note, I really need to clean my room. I have a pile of clothes and debris in the corner that's almost as high as my bed. Those of you who have been in my room know how tall my bed is. This is getting out of hand.

Also, I've come to the conclusion that "Single Ladies" by Beyonce needs to be banned because of the fact that not only does it get stuck in your head, but it gets a room, moves in, unpacks, and becomes the noisy upstairs neighbor that everyone hates because they tap-dance in the kitchen at 3am right over your bed.