Empeño en Exito

I have exciting news. I've told everyone within shouting distance - and a bit further. But no one is excited *enough* (or just too busy to bother), so I will continue to talk about it until I find someone as excited about this as I am.

If I were to trace things back to when I first dreamed of this day, my mind would probably explode. I don't even remember how long ago it was when the idea first entered our mind that we could achieve this goal. I'd say, three or so years. Two years ago it became something worth looking into. A year ago it became something to work toward. A few months ago it became a huge disappointment in my life (had lots of fun failing, though, didn't we?).

Yesterday, it became a reality. Words can't really describe what I'm feeling. There is a literal lump of joy sitting in my chest, right now. It's about ready to burst out of me. I have prayed, cried, pleaded, begged, complained and ranted about this for a very long time. I've told people about how close this day has been so many times, they stopped believing me a couple decades ago.

But it happened. If one were to look at my life from a distance, maybe on a time line... it'd look a lot like a heart beat on a hospital monitor, I think. At any given point, I either have nothing or everything, and most of the time I can't keep straight which times are which. Right now I have everything I could ever want, and a whole lot more besides (except for maybe a luscious hamburger with dripping cheese and lots and lots of grease and mustard with loads of pickles and a toasted whole wheat bun surrounding the whole thing. *dies*).

But anyway. My point is that a month ago, I couldn't think of a single thing I could want besides what I had. Two weeks ago, after being handed two of my most frequently mutated dreams, I thought that was it. Nothing in all creation could be given to me that I did not already have. Last week, I found out I was wrong. And then again today, at the peak of wonder, my heart souring with love toward the world...

I get an email from my mother. An email written from a lounge chair on top of a hill on some random mountain in the middle of central Mexico. There is finally internet access at Los Domos.

Of course, my first reaction wasn't to read the email - who does that? I ran out to the living room and told my grandfather the exciting news. He didn't hear me the first time because I said it too loudly (I thought he was deaf...), but even after repeating it, he didn't look all that elated (he's old, what can I say.) So I told two of the guys from the RIT group. They were mediocrely excited, though one of them wasn't really even around. I told another two girls and they were happy, but only because I was happy. Unacceptable. So I called up my last option, and guess what? Busy.

WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO.

I wrote with a Frenzier again today. I got six pages in, but I'm still behind a day. I put one of the brats in the hospital, so we'll see if they start getting more interesting now. It's a lot easier to crank out the pages when there's actually something to write about. But I still have no idea how in the world I could possibly write 2000 words a day in November and now barely be able to write 500.

But when my mother randomly calls me just because she can (*muted squeal*), I shall be all prepared to tell her how far I am in my script. So 50 pages shall be reached as soon as possible. And then I will focus on that essay I'm supposed to write for admission to CIU. Really. I will. Posthaste. Sometime between Saturday afternoon and Monday night. Except Sunday is obviously a day of rest, so I needn't do it then. *sage nod*

Today is Thursday. There are three sections of 24 hour time before my life is complete.

Also, I love shrimp.