I'm not a jealous boyfriend. I've never been that kind of a guy. However, I am growing jealous of a couple of goals that my close friends have accomplished lately.
A guy that I graduated undergrad with at Michigan just finished his PhD at Florida. It's the most mixed my feelings about grad school have been lately. I'm really happy for him, and I'm excited that he made it. Simultaneously, I'm pissed off that he's completely done, yet I gave up just months ago. I did just as well as him in undergrad, so why do I suck? I know a few more peeps that are struggling to be done with their PhDs by the end of the next school year. I feel like each one that finishes will deserve a night of well-deserved alcoholism on my part, with or without their company.
I've long wanted to write a book, also. I've started several of them, and I weekly come up with another short story idea that I should jot down. I even had these dreams of publishing a book to help support living in L.A. so I could worry less about money and more about school. The fruit of all of this interest in writing? This blog. It was my only way to vent, and I hope that it helps hone in on my point of view and writing style. (Yet it still feels chaotic and point-less each time I'm writing a post.)
Combine those together, and I have to admit how furiously jealous I am of Aimee Hubble. (Yes, that's the first full name [other than myself] that I've used on this blog. I prefer the victims of my stories remain relatively anonymous in the large scope of the interwebz.) While being a graduate student at Michigan (she was a year behind me, but is due to be Dr. Aimee in the next year or so), she managed to publish a book: The Last High Priest.
I can't attest to the quality of it, but I'm excited to read it. I just ordered my copy, and you can find out how to get your copies at her blog. It looks right up my alley, and I'm happy to watch her make her first million off of it. You should snag a copy, so I can live vicariously through her.
Cheers, Aimee!! Damn you.