College is full of filling out applications. Apply to get in, Apply to live there, Apply for the college, Apply for the club, Apply for the position, Apply, apply, apply. I've applied my self. I turned in my application for the news director at the Blaze today. I don't want to get my hopes up, but it looks pretty promising. The other assistant news director, Kelly, has decided not to apply because she's got too many other things going on and didn't think she could commit. Either way, I'm excited to even be applying. I've come a long way there and I did make it a goal to be the news director, so maybe that will be something I'll accomplish next semester. Today's been one of those non-stops. You wake up, get on the bus, and keep driving until dark. I've had some breaks in-between, but really, I've buckled down and taken care of business. Checked things off the list that have been written there so long, I can still see the shadows of the words on the white board. You eat while reading and drink while typing, pee while memorizing and shower while practicing. Okay, it wasn't that bad today, but it's definitely been a day of go. It feels like school is already winding down, even though we're only a week after midterms. It's time to register for spring classes and pull together housing plans. Speaking of which, the housing trio (Trav, K, and myself) might be in trouble if we can't convince Alex to move in with us. We're still trying for a fifth roommate, but at this point I think we'll be lucky to have four of us. Then Helen will move in six months later, supposedly. I don't know what's going on with her. I love the girl, but she's been fickle lately and I'm not sure she's really got it all together right now. Give it time, I guess. And speaking of Helen, Andrew will be in town next week for his real spring break. That should be fun. I hope I won't have too much to do so we can all spend some time with him. I guess it's going to be a busy weekend. Not much else to report, except that I'm pretty confident that I'd be a damned fine editor should I ever choose to become one. And I'm talking journalism or fiction. I'm an alright editor for my self, but it's different when you can critique and fix other people's stuff. It's really quite fun, as nerdy as that sounds. It's just, you know what the person is trying to say or get across, and you know how to re-arrange the pieces to make the picture clearer or the ride smoother. It's an odd kind of art, when you think about it. On that note, off to fiction class to discuss the creative geniuses of my class... Carrie