aruan | it's neither here nor there

Before I begin, a marvy happy birthday to

pop_tarts. Hope it was a good one, Lise.

So, Spring Break has officially begun for the University of Florida. I might not leave until Saturday though, sticking around for the Dance show that we can attend for extra credit in Acting tomorrow night.

But then, I might not leave until whenever.

My cellphone's been out of commission, owing to a bad charger, for the better part of two weeks now. I haven't spoken to my father since Valentine's Day, my mother since last Friday. I don't think I mentioned to either one of them when Spring Break begins. I do not feel compelled to call ahead now, mostly because I couldn't tell them concretely when I'd be getting in, and that would just be nagging and hurt feelings until I do and for days thereafter. Does this make me a bad daughter? My mother deserves better. I should want to go home. Moving right along.

God help me but I'm thinking about signing up to attend the taping of MTV's Spring Break on South Beach. But then, I want to go to the beach anyway. Because summer has indeed come, mercy and seasons be damned. We don't need no stiinkin' springtime...

What do I love? Online insta!translators. Two German sentences magicked into English in about as many seconds flat. Now that's useful.

Speaking of useful, made my first post over at

radio_kfkd (a community for authors) today about the best point of view to tell a lengthy character-driven piece. Got some very interesting and thought-provoking responses, for which I thank the good populace. This fic will eat me alive yet, I swear. It already haunts my dreams, fills my waking contemplation. Better start getting *something* down soon or my brain might just shut down from not having enough RAM to run its other applications.

Also, I might be a colossal dork.

How well can you tell the story of two people through the eyes of others though? It seems to keep ending up flippant in my head somehow.