_{If you haven't figured it out, this is a joke/roleplay account for Versa, =SaxGirl1010's original character. Please do not claim her as your own.}
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No, I'm being serious. Now, I never knew my life was this interesting, or even this public, but there's now a 200+ page novel out about some experiences I've had this year.

I guess you can get some information on how to buy it here. Odd, really, considering I don't open up to most people. I'm thinking this SaxGirl chick might just be a figment of my imagination, or do I create this stuff and put it online in my sleep or something?

Anyway, I don't have time to worry about that. Instead, I'm indulging in the free time I have this summer (still no luck on a job - besides, that whole "being a werewolf" thing kind of puts a dagger in the side of working a job that requires night shifts). I kind of miss school, though, honestly, but I'm preventing brain-rot by re-reading some classic works by Ovid (and some murder mysteries here and there).

Now that I'll be a senior at Rapid Falls, I can feel the college nervousness starting to settle in. With my grades, I could maybe shoot for Ivy League, but the East Coast kind of scares me. I would NOT want to be that far from home. I'm too cozy out here where the life you live is delicately intertwined with nature. Just seeing pictures of campuses all the way across the country makes me appreciate what I have here in the Pacific Northwest.

My decision hasn't been made yet, but I'm pretty certain that I'm going to attend Oregon State. I was thinking University of Washington, too, but that might be a little far for me. OSU is the foremost research university in the Western half of the United States (the only school besides Cornell that is a sun, land, sea, AND space-grant institution). I also know from talking to admissions people and whatnot that they have nationally renowned ecology, forestry, and biochem programs.

What better job for a werewolf to do than to be a park ranger? I can totally see myself doing that job. I'm tough enough to fuck with a few people who decide it's cool to traipse through the off-limit areas of Yellowstone Park, I'd get to roam forests and protect the landscape, etc. And plus, I figure if I major in biology or something, I could maybe get to the bottom of my lycanthropy. I'm really interested in the science of it all - why am I what I am, and how? I wonder how long that gig would last at OSU until they found out I was bringing wolves into the lab, doing tests on them, drawing my blood over and over again, doing Dr. Frankenstein-esque experiments...

Plus, Zack is pretty sure he's going there, too, except he might study marketing or accounting. Some of my friends who have already graduated said that college is where you can sorta break off ties from people you're around a lot, and I know choosing a school 'cause your boyfriend goes there is really stupid and not the point, but I'd at least consider it a perk.

Speaking of Zack, he and I had a wonderful day today. We pretty much kidnapped his dad's car and drove it up to Lake Oswego on a whim. That was really emotional, since some of my fondest memories of my mom took place there. We just sort of explored, enjoying each other's company. And, I'll admit, swapping a few kisses at the brink of a lake while watching the sun set is one of the best things you can experience.

TOPIC CHANGE! I was kind of bored tonight after Zack and a few other friends left tonight (I had an impromptu campfire in the backyard; plenty of fun involving roasted marshmallows), and I thought about how this is an ART site, after all.

Well, at least I can say I tried... I should get Rachel to help me out. Damn girl could vomit on a canvas and it'd end up looking like the Sistine Chapel. And now, I present my atrocious rendition of myself, drawn with Paint (I look like Link from The Legend of Zelda):

Don't click, it'll burn your eyes

I guess I should bring this journal to a close. It's been way too long.

Until next time, valete!
- Versa