Summer vacation is over. I moved in Saturday, and today is the first day of classes. Already, I’m tired, and I don’t start my first class for over an hour. I’ve also already had to call for maintenance three times–twice because one of the lights in the bathroom shorted out, and once because the shower wasn’t working. Yesterday was…not the best second day of school ever, and if I’d been a freshman, I probably wouldn’t have handled it as well as I did.

If I’d been an 18-year-old freshman or a 19-year-old sophomore, I probably would’ve handled it worse.

But I made it through, and I didn’t curl up and cry like I wanted to, which I consider a success. The shower and the electricity in the bathroom both work. Now I’m just trying to find the motivation to get dressed and go to my first  class–elementary French. Oh, I’ll go, don’t worry. I never skip the first day of classes. Mondays and Wednesdays are going to be my busiest days–French, English, and Fiction Workshop. Tuesdays and Thursdays are going to be my longest–only two classes, but the first one is at 9:30 in the morning (Intro Anthropology) and the second is at 4 in the afternoon (an Honors class about the Middle East).

I’m hoping to get a bit more involved this year. Last year, I stuck pretty much exclusively to Writers’ Guild. While I certainly love my school’s writing club and the people in it, I do think I need to branch out a bit more. I don’t have any plans for what I’m going to do at the moment, but I do plan to get out of my dorm more often.

…I’m saying this while I’m still wearing my pajamas, after skipping breakfast because I just didn’t want to deal with people yet today. *eyeroll*

So, writing. Right. I finished the Mpreg o’DOOM last week. 100,084 words. This is the first novel-length project I have ever finished. Know how I felt when it was done? Like “That’s it?” It was exceptionally anticlimactic, and I feel no different about it now than I did when I was working on it. There has been no grand feeling of triumph and accomplishment, no “Thank Godga that’s over,” no…anything. Kind of disappointing. But it’s done. I no longer have to worry about people coming to kill me because it isn’t finished.

Also, remind me never to publicly declare that I’m going to work on a project again, okay? Because I’m not writing Glam next after all. Thanks to several friends of mine, I’m going to be writing Adam Lambert-centric fanfiction instead. After five years, I’ve started writing fanfic again. I already have a multi-part story in the works, too–a House crossover that I really need to update today. I’ve also written several other pieces (most of them naughty), I’m eying a few prompts for my next ones, and I’m tentatively planning to turn one of my one-shots into a series. And I’m getting addicted to getting comments on my stories.

I do still intend to go on as scheduled with NaNoWriMo this year, though. Maybe.