Life on Queen Street

Accomplished: requested another prospectus from the University of East Anglia, in Norwich (the request website looked different than the one I remembered from last night); e-mailed the School of English and Drama about the entry requirements for their MA in Creative Writing; fretted for 20 minutes about the craptastic nature of my undergrad transcript.

Both raithen and thassalia asked me why I wanted to get an MA in Creative Writing - the best answer I could come up with was 'because I do.' This seems reasonable to me - I'm trying to follow my instincts more these days: I usually have a pretty good idea about what I should do to make myself happy. My problem is not following through.

Next up: figure out what the freaking hell should go in my portfolio. I think the last time I wrote a short story was 1995. Gah!* Also, call the British Consulate General about applying for citizenship; visit St. Mike's and begin the process to request my official transcripts (GAH!**). Most importantly - Don't Think About Why This Is a Long-Shot That Will Never Happen.***

That's it - off to hyperventilate a little until I feel faint better.

*Sorry, S - can't help myself.
**Seriously, I failed about six or seven classes in my undergraduate career - nervous breakdowns look like shit on paper.
***No psyching myself out in 2007.