Meg Dowell Writes

My voice teacher didn’t yell at me! I guess My ten minutes of practicing yesterday morning before class were enough to get me where I needed to be. I also lived through six minutes of talking about letter-writing, which was the subject matter I decided to use for my personal belief speech. So from here, only two more speeches to go. But plenty more tests in the other two classes. Glorious.

I have to catch up on getting ahead. Some people would say that there’s no point in doing work ahead of time, but there totally is. Taking my own notes ahead of time means I don’t actually have to pay full attention in class. Which means I can spend that time both making sure I didn’t miss anything important in the text and thinking about my novel. Which I’m going to work on this weekend: I promise. I really wish I wasn’t still stuck on my outline. But, I guess that’s how things go. At least I’m not in any rush.

Like I keep on emphasizing, I have a ton of plans for this story. It’s not like anything I’ve ever tried writing before: it’s message goes really deep. The ending kind of makes me mad. (You know it’s bad when the ending I’m choosing isn’t my favorite.) But it has to happen, or there wouldn’t be any point to the story. It’s kind of disappointing, though. You get your hopes up, and then…nothing. But if it worked out the happy way, well, I’d probably hate it even more. So we’ll stick with the ending that will make Evie hate me for a very long time.

Don’t complain. I already gave you a happy ending with Anna and Jason. Shush.

I’m really upset that there isn’t another Clone Wars episode until March 5th. That seems so far away! The second season is so amazing. I never want it to end; I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself in-between seasons. Seriously. This whole Obi-Wan—Satine thing going on. At least now we know Anakin isn’t the only Jedi who can’t help but form compassionate bonds with other people.

Bringing down the nerd levels. Sorry.

Two-and-a-half more chapters of biology, and I can spend the entire length of the lecture tomorrow morning doing whatever I want at my desk. Well, not whatever I want. I don’t think my professor would be too happy with me if I started singing Little Women while he was trying to talk about mitosis. Whose four steps I have memorized already. And the test isn’t even fast-approaching.

There are dogs on my feet. Arf!

Love&hugs, Meg♥