I’m currently sitting at a table that’s facing the window (which happens to be right outside of the large lecture theatre where I have my psychology lecture). And it happens to be raining. And by “raining”, I mean it’s pouring and only ducks and other water fowl could even be remotely pleased with the weather today. Because I am not a duck (quack!) or any other sort of water-loving thing (Creature? Organism? Spawn of the devil?), I’m indoors and not outdoors. It probably also has to do with the fact that I’m wearing runners today and not boots.

But that’s not important. The weather, as important as it is to everything on Earth, is not important. What is important is the fact that I have now redeemed myself in my English prof’s eyes. She even commented to me personally when most of the class was already gone (she had our papers organized in alphabetical order and I’m in the second half of the alphabet) that she “just knew” that I could do better. And I did! Fortunately this paper was worth 20% of my final grade, I got a B on it. And filled in the entire back of my last page with comments. My paper was a pleasure to read and she loved the insight that I had on the poems that I decided on, however I seem to have issues with grammar. This was kind of a “What. The. Fuck.” moment, until I looked over what sort of corrections and comments she made throughout the paper. She threw in like ten “However,” in front of ten sentences. Now I know for my final paper: Use ‘However’ in front of a sentence whenever remotely correct, even if it’ll end up being overused (she wrote it so that there’d be three sentences in a row starting with ‘However, …’. Oh boy. However, good for word count though, so I might adopt that practice into my NaNoing.

For those who are counting down with me in the Pacific Time Zone, there is now 13 hours and 30 minutes left until the beginning of National Novel Writing Month.

For all the new lovelies who have decided to join in on the NaNoWriMo fun, my username is littlevampiregirl (click here to view my profile and to add me as a writing buddy). Approximately 74 hours until Saturday November 1st 2008! Yay! Who’s all excited like me for this? Yes? Well, I will be once I get all my school shit done by Friday night so I can start off November on a good note. Perhaps learn to type even faster than I alraedy do so that I can manage to do assignments and school and noveling all at the same time. Or something, who knows.

I was planning on getting all of my chapter 8 questions done today. Until I looked at the total amount of questions (double of what I did for chapter 7). So… Doing half tonight, half tomorrow. So I don’t end up killing myself with information on preschoolers and what they do and how they learn.

For those that read my entry about going for an interview for a volunteering position… I got it, they loved me and I start next Friday! I’m so excited. I got a small tour of their facilities and I got to meet some of the people that I will be most likely paired with (mostly because they can’t speak English and I can speak Cantonese). So yeah, that’s going to be great. I did see M there today and she was all so cheerful to see me “Michelle! Ohmigosh, you showed up!” Hah, at least I know someone!

Anyways, my plans for the weekend, because the Boyfriend is going to a football game (why, I don’t know) and entertaining his parents with his presence, will be chock full of revision! I’m going to be reading all the poems and such that I need to have read for next week. I will be actually reading my psychology and family studies textbooks for next week. And then I shall also rewrite all my human biology notes into a notebook (it’ll be a lot neater) and then I shall go over my other bio course notes as well. Don’t I sound incredibly exciting? But by Sunday I shall hopefully have a very organized collection of notes from the last two weeks and be totally ready for anything my profs have to throw at me on Monday.

The highlights, until I get more time to write more about what happened:

• Picked me up, he fiddled around with his new toy (gps unit) to figure out where we should go.
• We decided on dinner and a movie (very original, I realize).
• Found out when the movie started (7pm) and it was 4:30pm so…
• We went to the restaurant.
• I had key lime pie (I wasn’t all that hungry and may as well have dessert), he had burger and fries (some of which I stole).
• Went back to the car.
• Chatted and such.
• Went into movie theatre.
• Bought tickets, got seats (we saw Wall-E - it was so adorable).
• He played with my hair while I flipped through the magazines provided by the movie theatre.
• Watched the movie.
• Sat through maybe half of the credits.
• Went back to the car.
• Talked so more.
• He had to pull out the gps to figure out how to get back to my neighbourhood, even though I was perfectly capable of giving him directions.
• Drove back the parking lot.
• Said our goodnights.
• And I went home.

It’s 11:54pm and I’ve finally worked out all the details pertaining to my date tomorrow with Clay. Well, most of the details. The important ones, anyways. Like time that I’m meeting him (somewhere between 4 and 5 because he’s unfamiliar with the area that I live), where I’m meeting him (the parking lot of a mall) and all sorts of other fun things.

And yeah… That’s about it. I’m (very) excited because it’s finally going to happen! Only 120 days after I asked him out (no, I didn’t count out individual days). Yes, this is probably the lowest progressing relationship in the existance of North America. I’m not sure how fast relationships move in the rest of the world, but still probably not that slow (I would think, anyways).

I’m off to go watch Planet Earth now (yay for documentaries!).