2002-11-01 11:42 a.m. underneath the sea

I got a 79 on my first British Literature exam which, considering my major, is kind of a low score for me. I think it's the lowest score I've gotten so far in a college English course. It was graded fairly, upon review I found a lot of stupid mistakes I'd made. I didn't bother mentioning either the dates of the French Revolotion nor Burke's stance on it in the essay regarding, uh, the French Revolution. Dummy. I should not have been so nervous about it, I would have gotten a better grade had I not been freaking out.

I started my novel for the National Novel Writing Month. It makes me laugh and laugh to think that I'm doing this. It's very much fun to write things I know I'm not going to show the majority of, too. Maybe I'll cut parts of it up for contests later. Right now it's just this stream-of-consciousness pile of poop and it's so hilarious. I sat down last night and wrote 1,200 words of it, if that gives you any indication as to its quality. Writing is just so goddamn fun. I hope to be good at it someday. Now that I know I'll never be an expert at the history of the French Revolution, I need something to fall back on.

I am in good spirits, can you tell? I got a little extra money with my rent allowance from my parents, which I may use to get my hair cut before I go to California. I get paid today and my credit card bill has not yet attached the turtle's expenses.