It's official, Nix and Hydra are now part of academia's Solar System.

I haven't written any short stories for a while, so I'm going to attempt to create a paragraph freeform here. I've been drinking a little on a work night, so since I used to write in this state, I'm hoping something will magically appear on the blank white medium of blog for me. I'm going to go with the working title of "Stupid Alien Writing Test". Here goes:

** deleted paragraph **

Nope, after reading that piece of crap the next day, I decided I was very right in thinking I shouldn't freeform stories on the blog. I suppose writing for me isn't a gift from God that will shine as long as I just start typing and at least now I know the initial story idea is probably the most important step in my writing process.

Well, it's official. I'm in love. I'm breaking my silence on my blog rule about girlfriends, because 1. I can't help myself, and 2. She said I could. Please avert your eyes, if this type of thing makes you hurl. My blog will not turn into an "I love Donna" blog, but I would like to get at least a brief overview, out of my system.

Factoids:

1. Her name is Donna Ferrell.
2. She is from Ponchatoula, Louisiana.
3. She is 26.
4. She has beautiful long red hair and a milky white complexion to go with it.
5. She is of Irish/Cherokee/Other decent.
6. She is an extremely generous, thoughtful, and empathetic person.
7. She is a waitress/special events coordinator at a very fine restaurant.
8. She is in and out of school at the moment studying Biology.
9. She is 5'11". (One inch taller than me, 4 inches taller than me with heels.)
10. She is about 145 pounds with a runway model figure.

How we met:

We met at The John (local bar) on Lundi Gras in New Orleans where we both live. I would not have normally approached such an attractive woman, but I was drunk and feeling bold. Her friend was a bit tipsy and needed a place to crash, so we went back to my place, let her friend crash, and began playing guitar and talking. The first song she played was John Lennon's "Working Class Hero". I snapped out of my drunken state for that moment and looked at this woman in front of me, knowing something wonderful was going to come of this.
Problems became apparent when I found out she had a live-in boyfriend. I knew I wanted to see her again, but had just come out of a similar situation with another woman with a boyfriend, and did not want to go through that again. I went to Belize for a week, and when I came back, she told me she had dumped him and wanted to still see me. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda, we eventually moved in together, and things are going great. We are planning a vacation together to Florence, Italy in October.

Some of the things I love about her (in no particular order):

1. She sleeps with her mouth open and her two front teeth look like chicklets.
2. She is physically graceful and skillfully dexterous, but oddly enough injures herself often.
3. She goes out of her way to do the right thing in an emotional situation. (As I said before; generous, thoughtful, empathetic.)
4. Her voice has a duality where the beauty of child-like innocence and the depth of aged wisdom are intertwined.
5. She loves her beat-up, piece of shit car, just as much as I love mine.
6. When she dances, she loses herself entirely. (It's very hard to bring her back or even find her again for that matter)
7. She enjoys discussing dreams in the morning as much as I do.
8. We have very similar tastes in almost everything. (To the point of being twilight zonish)
9. She has a memory like an elephant. (That could be bad for me in the future, but at the moment I am very impressed.) It applies to everyday events, placement of objects, names of people, as well as academia. (I know women have much better memory than men in general, but this is beyond what I've ever witnessed)
10. She is fuckin' hot.

I could go on, but I like my lists of 10.



Her eyes.

O.k. I'm done. Back to my usual boring blogging.