Time to Fangirl

Greetings! Last Monday was the first day of the fall semester, and so far it has been successful. My professors are wonderful, and it seems like it will be a productive 3 months. This semester I am taking 4 classes: Sociology: Demography, Advanced Tech Writing, Tech Editing, and Creative Nonfiction Writing. So far, I am pleased with all my classes as well as their syllabi.
Now, on to the topic of this post. For my advanced tech writing course it is required that we conduct an interview of a professional within our field of choice. I would like to be an author one day, so I wanted to interview one. I, unfortunately, don't know many published authors, so I did not have anyone readily available to interview. However, I think I've mentioned before that my favorite author is Christopher Moore. He's wonderful.
So, out on a limb, just for kicks and giggles, I go to his official website where there is an option to e-mail him. So I do. I explain to him how I'm a student wanting to conduct an interview and would like to ask him a few questions. Christopher Moore is a pretty big deal in the world of fiction, so I assumed nothing would come out of it, I just thought it would be fun to try. BUT LOW AND BEHOLD, NOT AN HOUR LATER, he replies, and he says he would be happy to answer any questions I have for him via e-mail. (I did, in fact, offer to chat over Skype or face-to-face even though I have no idea where he lives, but to no avail.)
I start FREAKING out, because I am a HUGE fan of his work and have always wanted to meet/interact with him and now I'm getting to interview him, even if it is electronically. I'm psyched to say the least.

I have sent him my questions and I am eagerly waiting for his response. I will keep y'all updated. 😉

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HELP

Stressful day today. As you know, I am a poor college student living off peasant wages, and today I realized I need to come up with a substantial amount of money to pay for school, next months rent (at new apartment), pet deposit, and apparently a fine issued by apartment management because my dog "attacked" someone. My dog has never attacked anyone. She barks a lot, and greets strangers with much enthusiasm, but never attacks. I was not there for this event. My future new roommate was walking her without a leash. If anyone knows my dog they know to either A. use a leash so she doesn't run up to strangers, or B. make sure the coast is clear of anyone if you want to walk with her off-leash. They did not do this, now I must pay for it.

I don't know if I ever mentioned that I live in a literal shit hole. Every weekend there are hoodlums causing mayhem at the bar across the street and the cops always show up. I've heard gunshots, street fights, you name it. Someone even tried to break in to my apartment once. The inside of my apartment is not much better. I live with 2 dogs and 4 cats. I'm allergic to cats, and my roommate's dog enjoys shitting on my couch. So that's my life. I'm eager to move to this new place, I am not eager to pay a whole new set of deposits and fees. I wasn't expecting to pay these things, but here I am, going to Coinstar, and selling my clothes at Plato's Closet. Because that's how desperate I am. 

Please, do not take this post as looking for your sympathies or your pity. I am merely venting, and am sure all will work itself out in the end. Good day.

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Guess Who Has a Social Life?

Hey everyone! A lot has happened since my last post. I've actually gone out with friends every weekend for the past 2 weeks and I'm going out again tomorrow. AND I've made new friends. AND I went to the gym yesterday for the first time in a year. I went with my boyfriend, and we worked on our legs. So naturally, I'm in a lot of pain.
It all started when my best friend of 18 years asked me to go out to a bar with her a couple weeks ago. I hadn't seen this friend in over a year, so I was very excited to say the least. A couple nights after that we went out again because an old friend from high school (wow, that's weird to say) DJs at a local bar. So, whilst at this bar, we run into A LOT of people from high school. Normally, this would be an awkward experience, but there's something different about running in to someone at a bar rather than at Walmart or something. Could be that everyone's drunk. Anywho, we ran in to these two girls who I was kind of friends with in high school but not really. Nonetheless, we were all very excited to see each other, and ended up spending the whole night together and having a grand ol' time. I bet you're wondering, "When will this go wrong, Addison?" well, I will tell you.
Later that night, at 2 am, when all the bars are closing, I'm looking around for my best friend who I had come with that night, and who was also my ride home. I couldn't find her anywhere, but I also knew that she had a met a semi-attractive guy that night. Ah, Yes, I thought to myself, I have been ditched for a guy (Whose name I won't reveal but it's a character from Pokemon). So, I call my friend, and turns out she has gone to his apartment. Normally, I'd be mad, but I was with friends, and if I were alone she wouldn't have left me, so I let it slide. I did, however, have to get a ride from one of the girls from high school and was crammed in the backseat with 3 guys whom I had never met before.
Fast forward to me entering this guy's apartment, and I'm relieved because there was no evidence of non-consensual sex and they are just watching Rooster Teeth. We ended up sobering up there, and she drove me home. The end.

I know I look the same in this as I do in my avatar photo. I promise I have different clothes and hairstyles.

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