Mike, Karl, Dan, DocBen, Tiffy, Mack — and suddenly I started to wake up a little bit. not wake up like eyes open wide awake wakey wakey – but more like this thing inside of me woke up. The – “I need a plan” thing inside of me woke up. And while Tiffy was still sticky, I started to talk about Ohio State. Why? Because Ohio State happens to have a fricken hell of a writing program – one of the few colleges, actually, that offers a graduate school for creative writers to get their MASTERS. Mmhm. And they also have fricken awesome workshops held in the summer. And the college happens to be in a place that may actually be affordable in a few years. Sure, it’s Ohio, but I’ve lived in worse places (says quick apology to anyone living in Ohio). My Philosophy teacher is making my ears practically bleed talking about Berkeley. He asked me the other day if my GPA was a 3.0 (um – hello. Is my GPA a 3.0? Even with my earlier issues my GPA is well above a 3.0 thank you very much!) and if I would be interested in Berkley. “Apply for 5 schools” he told me. Ok. “Apply for more scholarships – you shouldn’t be paying anything for your education.” Okay – I still have to figure out some sort of a life so that I can fill out the application for the scholarships! Make a new plan, Sam. I swear I’ve said that before on here.

Even though I’ve continued going to school – and have managed 3 semesters with straight A’s — I need to step it up a little bit more and push myself just a little bit harder. I really don’t think that my philosophy teacher understands how unsatisfying a B is in PHILOSOPHY. I mean – seriously, dude. B’s are so not even last year for me. He thinks that 10 hours per paper is what is needed in order to squeeze an A out of him. I’m about to find 10 more hours to dedicate towards thinking and thinking and being confused which is basically, as I see it, the life of a philosopher. Move over How I Met Your Mother and make way for Hannah Arendt’s The Life of the Mind.

My friend recently alerted me to the fact that I don’t write about anything other than school, sleep, work, and my dog. I’m well aware that people my age should be out partying and having fun and living it up, etc., but as my callers know – I’m not typical. I don’t even pretend to be. I’m this ultra sensitive chick, that happens to enjoy listening to men cum, enjoys a great orgasm and some kinky age related, feminization, exchange of power, etc. play, loves a great book, a cool movie, and some sticky sweet soundtracks from some sickly sweet movie. I’m the girl who wears glasses, still has braces, adores Build A Bear Workshop, and still gets teary during the last chorus of Danny’s Song. The harmony is some of the best harmony ever, don’t front. You’ll get teary, too! I don’t care how that makes me look – it happens to be the truth! So sorry – I don’t have time to be typical right now. I have a plan. I gotta finish what I need to do — move on to a 4 year college – get done with what I need to do – and then go on to get my masters at a good graduate school. And time is a ticking. So what does this mean for you? You’ll be reading a little bit more because …well, I need to write more. I’ll probably be starting a new blog or at least adding a section to this blog for some of my extra writing things, AND – I’ll be heading back to work with my eye on the prize so to speak. No more time for moping this week, boys and girls. CeCe is on a mission!

My-Aunt-the-pharmacy has prescribed some heavy duty medicine for me the past few days to aid me with my sleeping issues – but I think I’m ready to try with out the aid. I’ll see ya tomorrow sometime. Until then … wish me luck. Keep me focused if you can. And if you aren’t able to do that, at least provide me with a great escape for as long as you are able (it will fuel my creativity, honest. )