It is not yet December, but the first wave of homesickness has hit. It’s small and manageable, but it’s early. I don’t usually start feeling homesick until the semester has officially ended and I’m a few days away from going back to Canada. Hopefully it won’t get to be too bad before I go home again.

I had a date yesterday.

I said I was done with dating. Not that I’ve had my heart broken and not that I’m afraid of commitment or anything, but I’m a pessimist. I didn’t see how anything could work out with me (because of this) so I didn’t see the point of trying. I still don’t know how things will turn out, but it’s fun, so maybe that’s the point.

Yolo, right?

I made the poor guy wait a week for a response while I figured this all out. He’ll probably read this and then message me about it on Facebook later (Hi Pat!).

In other news both my parents now follow my blog and unless my sister said something (probable), this is the first they’ve heard of it. Surprise.

Okay, I’m having way too much fun here. Posts like this one is why I call this blog “precarious”.

I’m doing okay in school. I have a lot of writing to do, which is nothing new. Recently I noticed that I tend to write different sorts of stories for whichever teacher I happen to have. One teacher tends to get a lot of epic action-adventures with powerful lead women. One teacher gets a lot of cutesy contemporary young adult stuff with a quirky teenage girl of some sort. Another teacher is getting two stories for two different subjects which have of the exact same characters in the same world, just with one story happening ten years later. Strange, isn’t it? I wonder if I’ve been writing for my teachers more than myself?

I was also looking through some old blog posts and found this one. Oh. My. God.

“So when my teacher said my ECP should be the one thing I would write if I could only write one thing ever in my entire life, I knew right away what that thing was for me.

I refuse to do it.”

You know what happened in the end, you guys? You know what happened?

“It should be a no-brainer, but I won’t—I can’t write my ECP on superheroes. Absolutely not. No way. Nope. Not happening.”

You know what my ECP is about now? It’s about superheroes. It’s that story. Of course it is. It was inevitable, I guess.

And there’s the “writer” part.

Anyway, I have work in an hour and I have a lot of writing to do before then, so I’ll end this here. Hope you guys are doing well and thanks for reading!


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