Further Progress & Tomorrow

          The ninth letter is coming along nicely - maybe a day or two like today and it should be complete! But tomorrow will be a difficult day, since it will be demanding of me. I am confident that I can do all the work, so that isn't a problem. I just hope I can do it effectively.

New Letter In The Works!

          I have finally made some headway into the ninth letter today. It's still needs attention, obviously, but I finally got past that portion of this letter where I couldn't find a transition to the next part. So there isn't one for now. I don't know if omitting a proper transition will work, but for now, it's just a pointless distraction. I'll get to that later. As I've been writing the letter, I've been keeping the title in mind - that way I don't go off track. The title I've had in mind is down to Museum or Future. I don't know just yet - I'll have to finish the letter before I can properly decide on a title.

M.I.A.

"(To) Walk the city lonely,
Memories that haunt are passing by;
A murderer walks your street tonight...
Forgive me for my crimes; don't forget that I was so young,
 Fought so scared in the name of God and country..." 

           ...I haven't been able to properly sleep in these last few days. I can't but feel ungrateful and inconsiderate, as I look out the window, about my life situation and how lucky I am to be sleep in peace. My thoughts shift to my brothers, who are out in Afghanistan, fighting not for Freedom, nor for Democracy, but for survival, just to make to the end of the day alive and sane. I know that when those two return, this final, somber verse will ring true: they won't be family, friends, or lovers, but murderers whose only orders were "Point & Shoot." I forgive them, regardless. I know and understand the cost of war, and I'd be naive to think they weren't affected. That they weren't afflicted. Of course they will be. And it's that thought that frightens me, and it's the truth I must soon face. To what extent it permeates our lives, I don't know. I don't think I want to know.

Caught Up!

          I'm all caught up with one class! One down, two to go.

Post-Election Day....

          I wonder what will happen from now on. The nation, as a majority, decided that Barack Obama is the best choice for the next four years. Things are different now than what they were years ago, and what we're facing now wasn't what we had to deal with four years ago. It's chilling, but simultaneously exciting. I wonder how America will look like in four years' time.

Essays...Essays Everywhere...

          Just a month ago I was tasked to compose two essays. Now, it's three essays with small writing assignments sprinkled in between the three major papers. Not to mention extensive reading and make-up work. It's only Monday morning, and already I have overslept, I lost about an hour to traffic, and I still have to be at some places and see some people. Every little grain that slips through the neck matters right now. I'm trying not to rant, because I don't need that right now, but I am frustrated. I just want to be left alone for several days, just enough to chip away a good chunk. Is that even possible?

An Aussie Beauty Came By Today...

          ...shaken and anxious. Turns out she was hypoglycemic, which I think means there's not enough sugar in her blood (this is why I'm not quitting my day job). So, she charges in pacing frantically, and nabs some cheesecake off the fridge (she paid for later). I offered her a chair and some cold water, and told her to sit for as long as she needed. One of the regulars (whose a bit of a douchey party boy, but can be cool and honest at times - though this wasn't one of those honest times), noticed her sitting nearby, anxious and clearly shaken and starts putting the moves on her! I kept calling him out, and kept telling him that she needs some space (which she did) and that she's be ok with me watching her. Party Boy was playing the whole "hero" role, trying to appear that he cared and was worried. Maybe he was, but I'm not betting on that horse. She wasn't responding so well, since she's trying to calm herself, so he leaves for a bit. At that time, I get her attention and tell her that he's trying to make the moves on her. She didn't realize that - she thought he was being helpful! Good thing I cockblocked! Eventually, Party Boy leaves, and after a while, we start talking. It turned out that she's Australian. I learned that she was foreigner (her accent and slang gave it away, but I thought she might've been English), with a major in Interior Design and Fashion from Australia that she earned years ago, and that she visits friends here in America from time to time. Oh, and she is slightly older than me, which I was surprised - she looked 19/20 at best. I learned all this from talking to her and not flirting and stuff! I know - absurd! When she finally felt better, she asked for directions and I sent her off. Thinking about it now, if I can be honest, I wish I had more time with her: she seemed like she'd make a good friend.