School continues. It's getting a little monotonous. Don't get me wrong--I still love it here and I am happy to be in school. But I will definitely be excited when I am actually taking classes more relevant to my major because this semester, my classes are kind of lame. It's kind of like tapping your head against a brick wall repeatedly. Not painful, but you do start to get annoyed and wonder when it will be over. Thankfully the classes are all pretty easy, so it's just a matter of getting through the semester without any major screw-ups.
Being me, I'm still stressing big time over getting accepted into the social work program, so I decided to apply for a job. Not because I need the money, but because I think it might look good on my application. Also, it seems kind of fun...or interesting, I guess. It's a counseling/mentor type position at a school for girls with emotional or behavioral problems. They're 12 to 18 or something like that. It's just an on-call type of thing, which will be good since I have no idea when or if I will have someone to watch my girls reliably at certain times. I had an interview yesterday and that went ok, except that they asked me a bunch of situation-type questions. Things like, "What would you do to hold the girls accountable for their responsibilities?" and "What do you think are appropriate boundaries between the girls and you as a staff member?" Which are all really good questions, but I feel like those are kind of tricky, because they obviously are going to have protocols in place to deal with those things, and if you tell me what to do, I'll do it. To answer that question on the spot is just...I may have just kind of stumbled through that part. So we'll see how it goes.
I also started donating plasma, just to kind of give myself an allowance for whatever I need or want to buy. Christmas is coming, and honestly my favorite part of Christmas is giving people gifts. Especially now that the girls are both old enough to kind of understand it more and be more enthusiastic about it. Anyways, that has been kind of
Work continues on the illustrations for my picture book, which will most likely end up being titled Cody's Wild West Adventure. I was doing really good and finished three of them in two weeks, but the past two weeks have been crazy for me so I just haven't been working on them much. I'm aiming to release it sometime early next year, like....before April-ish? I'm not entirely sure yet. I'm definitely going to be using CreateSpace for paperbacks. I had heard that they did hardbacks too, but when I emailed them to ask, they said they don't do that anymore, so I'm looking at different options for that. Not that I intend to sell or buy a bunch of hardcovers, but there's something special about a hardcover picture book, and I want that option available to people (ok...mostly myself) if they want it. And I also started a writing blog, because I figure if I'm going to do this whole self-publishing/marketing myself thing, that might be a good way to connect with people. It's pretty sparse right now but hopefully it will gain a little momentum as time goes on.
In other, much more depressing news, yesterday I found out that one of my best friend's mom passed away at age 52. She'd been battling lung cancer for several years. It was kind of a freak thing--she never smoked or had any risk factors associated with lung cancer, and they didn't catch it until it was already stage 4. Crazy. She was always super nice to me when I went over to their house, and she seemed to enjoy a lot of the same nerdy sort of things that me and my friend did, like Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter and stuff. Like, we would all go over there to hang out and watch the extended versions of Lord of the Rings because she was the only one who had them, and her mom would make popcorn and then come watch the movie with us and get all excited at different parts. I always thought that was really cool, maybe just because my own mom was not into that kind of stuff at all. I mean, don't get me wrong--I love my mom. But it would be fun to have some of those same interests her (my mom and I honestly don't have that much in common). Anyways, her funeral is tomorrow afternoon, so I'm going to skip Spanish class and drive up to Idaho for that. I think my grandparents may go, too. They lived pretty close to the family when they lived in Raft River (which is even more middle-of-nowhere than Burley) and my Grampie worked with my friend's dad or something. Ugh, thinking about it just makes my heart sink. I can't even imagine losing my mom right now; that would be so hard.