maybe this time...

       have i mentioned that i'm really excited about "glee" tomorrow night? well, tonight now. oooh! excitement! i made two batches of cookies this evening for the three people that will probably end up coming over. i invited about two dozen. =) people, not cookies.

       i'm starting to worry about how many guys i've been crossing off the "mr. right" list lately. i'm not sure what i'm looking for, but i'm starting to think he doesn't exist regardless. i didn't mean to make myself sound like a whore just then, either. i just mean that there have been a couple lately that seemed like they could have been really incredible fits. and nothing happens. the "plenty of fish" speech really doesn't apply here. i'm actually curious what the odds are. i've heard varying numbers on what percentage of the population we make up, from 5-10% to 25% (i think the 5-10% represents who's out), but within those confines the numbers go down based on how attractive they are to you (attractive in the general sense, not just looks) then they go down even more based on whom you attract... it gets kinda depressing. ok, it gets really depressing. why does the line "to bear a ring of power is to be alone." keep running through my head?

       a friend and i have decided to start a writing workshop here in town. there's only one that we could find, the missouri writers guild, but they only meet once a month, they only workshop every other meeting, and you have to pay for it. pfft. we're writers. we're poor. so we're starting our own. we're both fiction writers, but we might let the non-fiction people play, too. if they're nice. we might be snobbish towards the poets, though. dunno yet. poetry seems like it would be a much more difficult thing to workshop, and i mean more of the "my head is going to explode" difficult rather than logistics. we'll see. getting kinda excited about it, though. still in the planning stages, but i'm already working on short stories just so i have something to workshop, lol. so i guess it's working. i'm completely revamping an old short story that i wrote for one of my fiction classes and i kinda like where it's going. might even end up being something i'd consider submitting for publication. dan's still getting after me to submit something for the university's literary journal (he's an editor there). i'm optimistic.

       aww, hermes is curling up in my lap. must be time to go to bed. later taters. =)