Ravenwood007

I love Halloween. Dressing up, I mean, only my idea of a cool Halloween costume might not be the same as...everyone else's. And I'm the type of person that has to have a good looking costume, not some half-assed glitzy generic thing. Which means I inevitably end up not dressing up at all because I can't find what I'm looking for, and I DESPISE sewing with a passion and will refuse to make my own. Except that one time I got so pissed off cause I couldn't find a basic harlequin costume and made my own Pierrot costume. Which turned out really cool. Anyway, I'm planning on hitting some thrift shops this week to look for A. anything that could be

You heard me. I repeat, from experience, that history majors do not make good fiction writers. We're so bogged down in facts and deliberate and minimal writing assignments that we have no other choice. I don't mean to say that History majors are not creative-on the contrary. It has nothing to do with one's ability to invent characters, events, or even entire planets. What happens, however, is that we're so interested, or perhaps knowledgeable about people and places, that the scene where we're trying to introduce a character becomes a dialogue on fabric. Or the scene where characters are taking a bath becomes a discussion of hypocaust heating

...I'm not sure when it became popular to have undergraduates do a thesis, but it's required for the history major here at the University. It's not as long as a Master's thesis, naturally, but I've still had to write about thirty pages in the last week and a half. Consequently, I have had NO time for anything creative or even philosophical or, well, anything. Instead, my mind just keeps spitting out random facts at me. Words like, Arab Revolt, D.G. Hogarth, Carchemish, Palestine Exploration Fund, T.E. Lawrence and Arab Bureau keep spinning around in my mind. I've had to read obscure archaeological reports from the 1910's, memoirs of world war