Webcomic

There was something I actually wanted to write about in my last post, rather than just a random rant about classes.  I plan to start a webcomic.

I'm a really big fan of webcomics, so I always thought it would be neat to write one.  But I had no idea if I would be any good at it or what I would write about.  Then I moved in with my roommate.

I knew her last year (we were in the same dorm), so we're good friends.  But this semester, she just has a lot more drama in her life.  Some of it is tragicomic.  It's horrible for her (and I do feel bad for her), but it would be funny if it were happening to fictional characters.  So I've decided to use that.  (She has given me permission, so long as I agree to change the names.)

I still wasn't sure if I would be able to keep coming up with plotlines and ideas for new comics.  So I've decided to not publish it until I have prepared a good quantity of strips, so that I won't disappoint readers if I don't have new ideas for a while, since I'll be updating prewritten ones.

I've been brainstorming, and I'm really excited.  The fact that it's reality-based, though not necessarily reality-exact, is really promising.  I tend to have lots of ideas about my life, like "Wouldn't it be cool (or weird or sometimes horrible) if this happened?"  And they're often rather involved situations.  This webcomic will give me a perfect outlet for them so they don't just roam around inside my head.  Hopefully people won't see them and think I'm absolutely insane and try to commit me to an insane asylum.  I mean, webcomic artists are supposed to be a little crazy, right?  Right??

It's Been a While...

It's been quite some time since my last post.  Sorry if that bugs some of you, but I have homework.  And a life.  So I can't spend all my time writing in this thing.   And it would be boring if I did, because I wouldn't have anything to write about.

So I realized that I haven't actually talked about my classes yet.  Which are kinda important, since the whole reason I am where I am is so that I can go to school.  But that's also the reason I haven't written lately, because of homework.

This semester, my classes look like they'll be interesting and fun (or at least not horrendous...), for the most part. I'm taking an honors biology class (lots of reading and writing), organic chemistry (hope it's not too tough), Math for Engineers (multivariable calculus and linear algebra...should be fun, since I do like math), a class on problem-solving tools for engineering (which so far I'm really enjoying), and a class on the second half of the New Testament (I'm looking forward to it).

But homework is kinda making me have no life (not that I had much of one, anyway...).  Yesterday (Friday), I spent 8 hours in the library working on a paper.  I stayed until they started playing the "get out" music.  And then when I came home, I worked on my Mathcad homework (that's the problem-solving class).  Although that was by choice, not necessity.  Then today I finished the Mathcad homework, did laundry, and watched tv on the internet.  That was it.  Hopefully I'll do something fun tomorrow.  Well, something with people.

Marriage

People I know need to stop getting married and engaged.

I just found out that a friend of mine is engaged.  I knew she was dating someone seriously, but I had no idea it was that serious.  She's about three months younger than me.  And she doesn't even go to my school.

Ok, that sounds like a bit of a non sequitur (oh, who am I kidding, a huge one), but my school has an extreme culture of marriage.  Case in point:  I lived in the dorms last year (my freshman year).  On the first floor (about 80 girls), one girl got engaged.  We were behind all the other floors.  And these are 18 to 19 year olds.

It's a bit sickening.  Because I know a lot of married people.

In retrospect, not that many of my friends are engaged/married, and I know plenty of people older than me that are not married yet.  But it's times like these that I realize the high percentage that I do know.  And it kinda makes me feel a little inferior or self-conscious (neither of which is the right word, but I can't think of it now), since I've only been on dates with 4 guys.

Granted, one of those is very serious, and quite possibly the man I'm going to marry.  I guess you only really need to have one boyfriend in your life, as long as he's the perfect one.  It's just kinda hard not to feel a fleeting "I'm going to die alone with 27 cats" type of feeling when someone you know takes that step.  There's one less man out there.

Although that's like feeling that if someone eats an apple, you're not going to get one.  Totally illogical.  But that's how feelings often are.  And even when you know that things are totally different from the way you feel, it's hard to stop feeling that way.  At least for me.  But I suppose that's part of life.  We can't all be Vulcans.  I have to figure out this whole emotion vs. logic thing.  Even when it drives me crazy.  I'll let you know if I make any breakthroughs on that front.