So, instead of writing, you all get this:
| My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: |
Her Most Serene Highness Lady Sky the Possible of Heffton St Mallet
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title
Lame trade off, I know. But what can you do.
My goals for winter break are pretty simple:
1) Settle into new dorm.
2) Read books that I haven't read, but have already bought.
3) Write at least two new stories.
4) Edit at least two old ones.
This is all pretty doable, right? I mean, nothing too impossible there. ...and yet, I still somewhow feel that I won't get it all done. Which is almost depressing. It probably would be depressing, if it weren't for the fact that today is my birthday, and nothing will depress me for at least... 16 hours. (I suspect that's about when I will realize just how much shit I still have to pack and have something of a break down. Whoops?)
ETA: You know, this is the first birthday in... about as long as I can remember, that I haven't had my dad's blintzes for breakfast/lunch. For the first time since coming to college, I'm a wee bit homesick.