I took the second of two Creative Writing courses today. It was on the short story and I rather enjoyed it. I got a few pointers with regards to characterisation and the pace a plot should develop at. The woman who took the class offered to look over a short story of mine, but I've got to be prepared for her to pick it to pieces, which is fine by me. I'm tempted to send her 'click'. Either that or I'm going to write a new one up between now and August. Depends on timing and muse, I guess.
The bar crawl last night was thoroughly enjoyable. I managed to pilfer a hat from the captain of the swim team on the premise that we both came from Derby, and therefore were instantly friends. -Chuckles- The levy women would be proud. It's almost as though I'm practising for Kelmarsh. Only with that one, we have to give the hats back afterwards. I now love this hat, however. It is currently my favourite accessory. It has surpassed even my Yo-Yo for now.
For some reason a couple of my friends here at Uni have taken it upon themselves to try and play matchmaker. Thus far I'm not impressed. If I wanted to be in a relationship, I would be in one. It's more or less as simple as that.
I got a voicemail from my mother today. Normally I wouldn't write about things like this, but it's getting to a stage where her biting sarcasm is rather beginning to get to me. Both of my parents are, actually. It's just one of those things I guess. On one hand they're still my parents, and nothing is going to change that...but on the other...I can never seem to do anything correctly. And if I do, it's always -their- achievement, not mine. My mother still tells people I do Law here at Uni and not English. I resent that a little I think. I'm the first on both sides of the family to go to Full-Time University, and it still isn't good enough.
I'd like to think I'm worth a little more than that. Whether I am or not is another matter, but still.
