I'm back!

I wonder how I managed to live without college for roughly five weeks.

Seriously. I was in such a depressive mood in that last week of vacation, my depression a cross between cabin-fever and lack of sunlight.

The cabin-fever part might have been my doing, sure, but when you rise at 11:00 and the sun sets at 4:30, you don't get much daylight, thank you, and I'm perfectly aware of the benefits of actual light for my sanity. So I was slowly, steadily, growing completely bonkers. A few days more, and I was sinking into emo rock, and then I'd have been done for.

But oh, college. How you saved me.

It does help that, this term, I have more Movie-making, Film Genres, and Comics (as in comic books, that's right) classes to fill my time. Along with the regular Gym, French, English and Philosophy classes. Not to mention I have no class on Wednesdays (again!).

It also helps that Bass is no longer part of my French class (he failed that one―how shocking... not). And it helps that PB is still in many of my classes.

It kind of sucks Slim isn't in any of my classes, but hey, what can you do? It's just more of the same, isn't it? At this point, I'm too happy to be back to school (you read that right ―maybe I really have gone bonkers) to fuss over how I'm friendless in so many of my classes. At least Guy is in my English class, so that should prove entertaining, to say the least. He's a bit nuts.

I crossed him in the hallway this morning, and he was putting his coat on. I blinked.

"Guy? You're going for lunch or something?"

He looked up and smirked smugly. "No. I'm done for the day."

"Asshole," I said. "I'd punch you, but I don't punch people who are shorter than me."

"And better looking."

He left before I could answer back. BASTARD. I'll get him back.

Also, I'd like to say my Philosophy teacher is too hot for his own good. He's young and has longish blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes you ever saw, and he's tall and thin and a nerd. I tried to compare him to Link (seemed like a sensible thing to do at the time and I'm obsessed), but he doesn't come close anyway. Thankfully, he compensates for his good looks by being a too-soft-voiced annoyance, which ensures that I won't develop a crush on him.

But enough about college. The bottom line is: I'M BACK AND I'M ALIVE!!

About writing, now, because, in case you've been living under a rock, OiH is complete and I'm not posting anything new online at the moment.

I have a request.

STOP asking for a sequel to OiH.

I hate the part where the characters go all mushy and start planning out their wedding or how many kids they're going to get. The amount of sugar needed is sickening, and it often gives something unrealistic or just plain gross.

I'm NOT going to write a sequel to OiH, because sequels and sickeningly sweet weddings are creepy, because I don't know what more to write in that story context, and a little because I don't know how boyfriend/girlfriend relationships are like... I just can't and won't write a sequel.

Besides, I've got new, improved, and radically different ideas to work on. So if you were looking for more of the same, you might be disappointed. I can't spend my whole life doing the same type of story over and over again, after all.

Don't ask me for details just yet. A budding story can easily be crushed. Be simply assured that I am actively working on a new idea, and not sitting on my laurels.

Trust me. ;)

Love,
CM