The past few days have been extremely busy. It is 2:30 AM, but this is the only time I have to myself.

The book workshop began on Friday. I am the CEO/Publisher for my mock publishing house, which means I have to oversea the development of six book titles and the creation of a nonfiction general trade imprint (somewhat like in Random House or HarperCollins) by Friday. Stressful. I just finished working an hour ago. There are about ten people in the house, and they are extremely talented and intelligent. I will post some of our ideas once they are approved and in production.

And a couple of announcements:

It is Miles birthday today! Yay!

I got pinkeye on Thursday! sad . . .

Alright, I must sleep. I love you all.

bye,
Miles

Interview

I'm feeling a lot stronger today. Though I still woke up way too early because of the morning sun, I slept much better last night. Hooray. I still need a blanket.


Earlier today we had a lecture about resume writing and interview techniques. The speaker made me quite nervous. She described horror stories and prepared us for the worst interview questions. Luckily my interview went very well. I met with two people and chatted loosely about the company and myself. They were comfortable and interesting. We shall see.

I got to ride the subway for the first time today, taking it from the Columbia stop all the way down to Wall St. It reminded me a little of Paris, and now I am more excited to move here.

I have dinner in a few moments and then a lecture by Bob Gottlieb. Fun stuff.

The haste of the last few days is finally catching up with me. I am tired and miss John David and my roommates. I remember being very sad leaving the dorms a few years ago and have often wanted those moments again. Moving suddenly back into the dorms, however, reminds me of how difficult those times were. A constant barrage of people every time I open my door. To escape I have close myself in my small room. It is Monday, and already I am overwhelmed and weary of constant introductions and publishing talk.

I have met some very cool people, and my excitement for the next few weeks is steadily increasing.

My interview is tomorrow, and I am extremely nervous. I just need t relax, compose, and enjoy my time here.

More later. Another lecture is about to begin.

Columbia!

Alright. I'm here. The plane flight was really chill and surprisingly short. Flying over New York was a wonderful feeling. As we were approaching our destination, I kept looking for a recognizable point. About fifteen minutes before we landed, I saw the Statue of Liberty. Awesome.

Quick taxi cab to Columbia. Quick check in. Quick move in (I labored over packing for so long last night, only to unpack in about five minutes). I took a quick walk around the perimeter of Columbia. They are shooting some sort of video on the main quad. All the actors look like regular white kids. All the production members are Indian. They are dancing now. Outside. Very strange.

Well, I'm very restless. The other CPC students and I give each other sidelong glances (or maybe I'm just glancing), but I haven't officially met anybody yet. Alright, time to go find something to do.

Yay for

Hotlanta

This past weekend JD and I packed all my belongings and, with the help of Erin and Haley, moved all my shit into storage. It is over.

I have spent the last few days sleeping in, doing homework, relearning how to drive in Atlanta, watching tv, being fat, and buying supplies for New York. My flight is Sunday, school starts Monday, and my interview happens on Tuesday. Funny how important events tend to happen all at the same time.

I've become a craigslist addict recently. In fact, I'm going to look at apartments right now.

I have held off worry for quite awhile. It wasn't until yesterday that I had my first anxious pang about the next few days/seven weeks/six months. I could describe all the shit I have to do, but really I shouldn't be writing about it; I should be doing it.

Ok, I'll just start.