I was less anxious applying to school.
- Current Mood: cold
I'm so annoyed with myself I can't imagine how my friends/family feel about me.
U G H.
- Current Mood: morose
take a long lunch
play music really loudly
get a lot of work done
Two years of change, you guys.
I got into grad school.
I moved across the country.
I broke up with the boyfriend.
I drank. A lot.
I love you. I love you. I'm sorry.
- Current Mood: cheerful
I'm taking a Lit Analysis class this semester and, thus far, it has been successful in completely destroying any confidence I had in my writing, or my ability to write. My teacher has constantly given me low grades for papers--after giving me positive feedback on my drafts. I'm used to A's and B's and this is really eroding at my self-esteem.
On the other hand, the papers have been on poetry, and that is not my strong point. To say I don't like poetry is to say that Hitler just didn't like the Jews.
Well, that's a bit extreme.
I don't want to rid the world of poetry, I just want to stop analyzing it. I love looking for hidden meanings and mixed metaphors as much as the next person; but, with any form of literature you can go too far. There were times when I wanted to tell my professor that she was pushing it--but she fancies herself correct all the time. I'll just have to be content with rolling my eyes. Anyway, it's frustrating. My assignments lately (for all classes) seem tedious.
On the plus side, the weather has been absolutely beautiful lately, and I've been spending every available hour out of doors--whether it be at the park, or walking across my complex to take out the trash. The Weather Channel has been saying it's going to reach the 80s this week. That means shorts! Short shorts! My legs have been longing to be free and shown off. Now that is something I'm good at--showing off my body! Peace, babes.
- Current Mood: aggravated
I would bring my booboo (blankie), because I'm immature like that. And my seven Harry Potter Books, and my external hard drive. It has my life on it.
I am a student at the University of North Texas. As an English major with starry-eyed dreams of leaping into the world of publishing and writing, I realize that I need to work on my writing regularly. My father suggested I write a short story every day, but in case you didn't know, writing a short story usually takes longer than a day. My father does marketing research so, alas, he doesn't understand. I'm going to grad school. I don't know where yet, but I do know it will not be in the state of Texas. We don't have a good relationship and I think it's time we part--for good.
Wow. Everything I've written so far sounds so...stiff. I promise you, Friends, I am not uptight. I have a very good (very mean) sense of humor. In fact, I'll even acknowledge that I am aware of my lack of audience. If I pretend I'm actually writing to someone, maybe I'll feel obligated to keep it up. It's twisted, yes.
Anyway, I should go. I have homework for technical editing due tomorrow.
- Current Mood:accomplished