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we had to write a creative response to Waiting for Godot last week. It was also to pertain to our chosen topics. Mine is (roughly) the ways information and communication technologies affect human interaction.

( The connection may appear tenuous )
ETA: um, general rated. also, short.

I ordered a bunch of text books and some DVDs last week, and some of them have come. Including The Patriot, a book of short stories and poems by Maggie Dubris, called Weep not, my wanton, and a book for my professional editing class called, The Deluxe Transitive Vampire.

I must let you read the beginning of the jacket copy:

Here now is an enlarged version of the only handbook of grammar you will ever want to read. With this special edition, Karen Gordon gives the reader more illustrations and even more examples of confusing appositives, the many uses of gerunds, the complicated matter of agreements.

The Deluxe Transitive Vampire spins a lively gothic narrative with such characters as the Debutante, famous courtesan, wolf, bat, vampire, mastodon, pizza chef, lummox, lamia, and trilingual solitary. ...

so yes. A vampire themed grammar book. *g*

some examples from the section on Subject-Verb agreement:
The lingua franca in these parts is Rumanian mixed with blood and cash.

The bat suspended from Loona's hairdo was repulsed by her Nuit Blanche perfume.

Though, the book takes care to point out that things get more confusing when you have a group that may act as one or as individuals. To wit:
The menage a trois is rousing itself or trundling off to sleep.

or

The menage a trois are going back on their vows and are going their separate ways.

Blood, bats and threesomes. I like it. *flips pages* oooh! and solitary robots. *heee*

Sorry, but it is one of those days.

I've just been reading one of my assignments, 'Giovanni's Apartment' by Sam D'Allesandro, from his book The Wild Creatures. It was amazing to the point that I went onto Amazon Marketplace and bought not only that book but two others. Including one which is letters between him and one of the Professors at SFSU, which she compiled after his death. He was evidently one of those men about whom you think, he was the most beautiful man I ever knew, and that kind of charisma shines through his writing. It was the kind of story I wanted to drape over me, roll around in, drink down, and have with me always.

The kind that simultaneously makes you long to be a writer and never want to write again.

SFSU has finally let me declare my intent to register. So I can now officially say I have been accepted to uni, and so long as I give them money and proof that I've had my MMR vaccines, I can go to school in the 'fall.'

I've been trying to be proactive today. I rang three estate agents and made three appointments for tomorrow for people to come round and do a market appraisal on the house. I emptied the diswasher while breakfast was cooking so that I wouldn't find I'd run out of energy to do it later. I used most of the rest of my iTunes credit from Christmas and bought a few songs and a Tori Amos album. I wrote a drabble and also nearly 600 words (so far) of more Rupert, who amuses me far more than perhaps he should. I can't help grinning when I'm writing dialogue with Rupert though.

I've also been looking at some of the classes on offer for my course. It looks like there is a lot to be interested in. A small sample here, ( under the cut )

I haven't figured out how many classes one takes each semester, and I don't know how many options one has each term, but I expect that is one of the things they will tell me. Now if it would just be morning in California so they would open up the intent to register page on the website...

I have been to the doctor this morning. In good news, she took my blood pressure and it is 'perfect.' Which is a huge improvement on 'oh dear' which is what it was when the 'lady doctor' took it. Amazing the difference a couple of milimetres of mercury can make. (ok, 14 mm)

In other news, she's referring me to the ENT bods at the hospital (Ear Nose and Throat for those jargon free types out there), and has signed me off work until 23 April. I'm starting to get worried that I won't be going back to work before I leave. And I actually really want to. Phoned work and they are really busy. 32 births already this month (we aim to average just under 1 a day) and still busy.

In good news, I got the official letter about my course that mom sent the other day.
( If you want to read the letter )

So I'm happy about that. I am not exactly sure how to go about letting them know I plan to take the spot they've offered, when I got into UCSC I had a form to fill out. I suppose I just write them a letter.

And now I'd best eat some lunch.

The Creative Writing Programme of SF State wants me! Mom phoned me just now, waking me out of a sound sleep, to tell me that the department has accepted me, and forwarded my application to the university with the recommendation that they accept me for approval!!!

I was so sound asleep that it's kind of hard to process the information, but she read me the letter (choking back tears of happy) and it seems to be true. Now assuming the school doesn't find some mysterious reason that I don't qualify to get a degree there, that means (as far as I can tell) that I'm in! and to the MFA programme too, which is the one I really wanted!

They flattered me with the news that there was stiff competition this year and that they in view of that they were especially impressed with the quality of my manuscript.

My mother has kindly rushed the acceptance letter down to the post office to get it in for the five o'clock post. So I should be able to touch the actual words by Wednesday. Now I'm just waiting for the online admissions site to change my status to accepted.