I finished my two children's literature books. One is a poor anthology of poems (I say poor because it doesn't include very many and a couple of them are a bit on the depressing side), the other is a delightful story about a little boy telling it all about the tooth fairy. The writing was easy enough, but I surprised even my self with the illustrations. I mean, my artistic abilities only go so far. Anyways, having them done and bound together (even if it is only by some measley staples), I couldn't help but to wonder about the feeling of having something really published. And then I thought, this is pretty damned close...so, really, what this all concludes to is that being published isn't a dream of mine any more; it's a real, true, goal. A mission, even. I mean, damnit, if a million others have done it, why shouldn't I be able to? On a less interesting note, school is really driving me into the ground. One week left and I couldn't feel any more beaten. Realizing there is only one week left, I am of course doing all I can to push myself to work hard during these last days and actually study for the only two finals I have. But I work tomorrow, and Friday, which leaves Saturday alone to accomplish a boatload of things because Sunday is church and I might have to work, not sure. Speaking of work, all my wasted time there is finally coming through. Today I deposited about $400 into my account, which made me *extremeley* happy. A bit of that also came from a yearbook re-fund for having been on the committee. Nifty, eh? Well, I shouldn't keep this too long. It's 11:00 and I have all my artsy craftsy stuff to pack up, hair to dry, and screw dinner because it's much too late for that. Good luck to everyone finals...my next entry might not be until graduation... Carrie