The Rest

I am getting ready to leave in a little bit. I don’t like coming all the way to the big library just to check mail and write in my journal. But it is the only one that was open so early.

Ok, now for the rest.

I think the drive to and from Aunt Precious’ house is what killed Spike. He seemed tired after all of that traveling. It makes me think that he would have died on the way to San Marcos. But then again those big buses didn’t make as many bumps and whatnot when I traveled on them. I think that he would have faired a bit better.

About San Marcos, it seems that I will have to wait some more time to go because of my idiot counselor. The man has never explained anything to me. I have been waiting three frocking weeks for him to get back to me. I have called him and the counselor in San Marcos. Finally, I got some results Tuesday. I called Ms. Gonzalez and Mr. Baig on his cell phone. Eventually, Ms. Gonzalez emailed Mark’s director as he has not been doing his job. Pfff! I need to get there and he is stalling. He has never helped me. It has taken entirely too long to get to San Marcos. Hopefully, everything will be straightened out soon and I can go.

This does mean that I might be staying here in Houston longer. That could be good, but I want to make sure that my spot is still available. They only accept 1,900 students. I have to be one of those students as I already got in and I had been getting dragged around from about two months now. Not to mention that I have to deal with a counselor who is a great big liar.

I had a bit of money on Monday and I bought pizza and wallowed. The pizza was not good as it usually is. It tasted like jalepanoes (sp?) and tacos. If I wanted a taco I would have bought one. I was too hungry to walk all the way back to the pizza place to complain. I knew that I should have tasted while I was there.

I have not really been working on my story a lot. I wrote a little bit on Tuesday morning. I have been going over story lines. I did plan to have Camilie and Derrick end up in his shower. I am thinking about having Camilie get drugged. I want there to be lots of conflict. The biggest conflicts in Chapter Three are Derrick’s inner thoughts and his friend calling Camilie a “nigger”. I really want to expand this out.

Anyway, time is short. If I have more later I will post it up. Heaven knows, when I will be back. I could have come Monday and Tuesday, but I didn’t feel up to it. Maybe I will come back this weekend.

-Danielle