pg15: Flame-retarded

So, I'm sitting in the newsroom, which is not so terrifying a place as I'd imagined, although the only people here are first-year students, like me, working on their newspaper assignments, like me. We're on the brink of getting it done, but it jsut does not seem to want to get done, which pisses me off, since i have my section done. So, I decided what better time to write a blog entry?

The novel is coming along smashingly. I'm feeling inspired as i hit the 30,000 mark, and I'm set to take it on home. It's looking good, although for a breif passage just felt like I was treading water... I'm moving along and don't look to be making any stops soon.

Interestingly enough, the subject of today's Research class was "Blogs." And I felt uncomfortable because did you know people actually write these things as an attempt to inform people? Sheesh. I just write this as a companion to Interneta, so that people can read about where I'm at and what i'm thinking virtually every day... get to know the writer of Summer at Sixteen, Half-Past Eight PM, etc, etc.

This newspaper project, I think it's going well. I'm glad about what I've done for it, although as a group effort I feel it is lacking. there was one member of our group who hasn't even shown up, so who knows what'll happen there. none of us were able to contact him, and he never contacted us, so... nobody knows exactly where we stand.

I definitely wasn't prepared for snow. It's freaking me out, man. I need to find my touque.

Or however that's spelled.

gotta run... maybe I'll post again later. Keep on rocking'
-Scotto-