Spazzing out

This writer's conference thing is spazzing me out. Really bad. Two weeks from today I'm going to be pitching something to 40 agents in a hot, crowded room. But these things remain unknown:

-What I will pitch.
-What I will wear.
-How I will do my hair.
-How I will do what I pitch, when I finally decide what I should pitch.
-Where we're (me and my dad) are staying the night of.

And this is two weeks from today. Oh, man......what the hell have I gotten myself into?

Apparently "Five" doesn't suck

Rachel read "Five," and she liked it. Good deal. Good deal. Now if my dad could just read it, that'd be great. Maybe before the writer's conference he could read the book i finished almost a month ago. That would also be a good thing, maybe. Just maybe.

Business cards?!

Man, this whole writer's conference thing is wigging me out. I'm spazzing. Really. It's kind of ridiculous. I have to get business cards. What are they gonna say? "Catherine Maynard, Wannabe Writer"?

I don't know, I think way too much. That's my problem. I'm spazzing out because I think too much.

Oh well. I guess I'll get through it somehow.

Beeeeeeeach

The title really says it all here...

BEEEEEEEAAAACH

i need it. now.


and that, my friends, is what she said.

Home

Here I am. Good old US of A, the land of the free and home of the blah blah blah. Good old (or not so good) Ohio, really super not so good Canal Winchester. I'm happy to be home with my parents (even though they have let my room grow mold *hopefully it's not really that bad, but i really don't even know yet*, and they threw clothes onto the bed unfolded, like i could magically pop back from 4,700 miles away and fold them). I'm jet-lagged and therefore tired (it's 7h00 (7 am) my time right now, and my parents just went to bed...it's 01h00 here. Boo jet-lag). And i miss France already. How sad is that?

I think a big part of it is that i haven't gotten to see Rachel yet. I'm sure once I see her i'll remember why i don't mind living in a world with Walmart but without a patisserie on every corner. Hopefully being with her will remind me of that fact. Depending on what she's doing in the next week before the beach, i was gonna go down there and visit her maybe. I don't know. We'll see. Okay, i'm rambling, mostly because i'm too tired to sleep...does that make any sense to anyone else? Oh well. I'll try to post later when i'm more coherent.

idem (I'm not going to technically stop missing you until i see you, so yeah...we gotta rectify that.)

me

I Raise my Glass...Or Can, as the case may be

Cheers. To Avignon, to France, to all the friends i've made here. Cheers to going home. I raise my massive can of Kronenbourg that i bought five minutes ago in the gas station down the street from my house. Here's to you.

I think i'm finally ready, mostly because of friends and beach. That doesn't mean i want to go, it just means i'm ready. I'm kinda stressing out about the whole travelling aspect of it, just because i have only an hour-ish layover in each place. That just makes me nervous.

I'm pretty much all packed. I'm pretty sure one of my suitcases is over the weight limit, but i refuse to care. I'll pay the extra money. Whatever.

I made cookies with Danielle on Wednesday. It was one of my greatest experiences here. It was so much fun, she's so amazing. She let me borrow an apron, and we were bustling around the kitchen...she's so adorable. She also taught me how to make this amazing coconut flan, so be expecting that at the beach next to rachel's famous fudge.

I'll see my parents tomorrow, then the rest of you sometime in the next two weeks. Crazy.

bientôt, mes chéries

me

Birthday Presents = sent

So Shades of Grey and Five are sent to Rachel. No idea if she's going to like them, but yeah. There you go.

I don't really have much else to say, except i'm bored right now because i don't have a new project yet. I'm done editing Shades of Grey and I'm done with my short story. I hate being between projects. At least usually I have some kind of idea bouncing around in my head. Right now, not so much. Right now i've got nothing.

SO BORED.

Not with life. Not with France. Just with myself. Someone give me an idea...I need something to write on the plane!

idem

me

Wonderful, if you insist...

Sorry, I'm listening to Wicked and trying to figure out this freakin french keybored. um...so yeah. Finished Rachel's birthday present last night. she should have it on monday at the absolute latest. i also finished my most recent short story today. I'm really happy with it, but it's uber-dark. i don't know. it's good, i think, it's just really depressing. so yeah. I don't really have that much to say, just that i'll see you guys in like...a week? almost. eight days. crazy, c-r-a-z-y...haha sorry, a lot of you won't get that joke. don't worry about it, as alan would say.

i might be back on sometime this weekend, but if not, definitely monday.

à bientôt!

me

Come on, come out...the weather is warm...

So...Finally. It's nice here. Finally, for the last eleven days we're here, it's nice. Whatever. I'm not gonna complain about it, haha.

Grace and I did a Lit presentation today, and we ROCKED IT. it went so well. He actually stopped me on my way out of the class to tell me that we did a really great job, that it was well organized and well-done. woooot.

Happy early birthday to Alan and Rachel--Alan, your present is already bought and you'll get it when i see you at the beach, and Rachel, your present will be in your inbox sometime this weekend. Probably.

It seems sometimes that all we do in France is wait. We walk to class, we wait for the prof to get there. We wait in between classes for the next class to start. Now we're waiting for Christophe to get here, with his computer, so we can start watching a movie. Boo. Not only a movie, but an obligatory movie. that's never a good sign, when they force you to watch a movie. that's a pretty strong sign that the movie will not be good.

So...I guess i should be back to waiting now...

"Come on, come out
The weather is warm
Come on, come out
Said come on, come on

A spot in the shade
Where oranges fall
A spot in the shade
Away from it all
Watching the sky
Watching a painting coming to life
Shaping and shifting
Staying inside
It all goes it all goes by

A blanket unfolds
A blanket tonight
The pieces of gold
They light up your eyes
Now we're alone
Now we're alive
Watching the sky
Watching the painting come to life
Shifting and shapingS
taying inside
It all goes it all goes it all goes by

Stopping the time
Rushing, waiting
Leave it behind
Shifting and shaping
Keep it inside
It all goes it all goes it all goes by
It all goes passing by
It all goes passing by"

12 days. What?!

I leave France twelve days from now. Two weeks from this moment I'll be sitting in Ohio, having lunch. Or sleeping, because I'll probably still be jetlagged. But...

wow.

Two weeks. Less than two weeks, even. How did this happen? How am I already being thrown into final projects and exams I'm not ready for? Why am I being forced to leave when I'm not ready to?

Or maybe I am. I don't know. I miss everyone (mostly Rachel, not gonna lie) but I'm not ready to leave. I love it here.

Maybe Rachel could just come live here. That cool with everyone?

Great. Let's do that then.