I can't complain but sometimes I still do.
OK, so remember how I really wanted to apply to MFA Creative Writing programs but I was like, they're all expensive and far away, I won't do it? And I was lazy. I thought all the deadlines had passed. They haven't. California College of the Arts (in San Fransisco, the most attractive MFA program I looked at) has it's deadline set at March 1st for Spring admission. I'm going to apply. It'll be tight, but I can make it, no problem. I need to do this for myself. I would be, like, the happiest panda in Christiandom if I went to this program.
Also-the 16th marked a year and a half since the last time I cut. 18 months. I've cut since I was 13 and previous to this, the longest I had gone was 4 months, I think, so this is a really big deal.
In other news: I had a nasty anxiety attack the other day, I've been having mild auditory hallucinations, and I haven't exactly been going to all my classes.
But despite all that, life is pretty good. The first episode of the new season of Real Time with Bill Maher is tonight at 11pm; Jarhead is playing at the Union this weekend, for $4 or something, and I've really wanted to see that; the Edward Munch exhibit opens at the MOMA on Sunday; and Pete is visiting. There is a pillow fight in Union Square at 2pm tomorrow, which I sadly cannot go to, but you should if you can. It'll be good times.
Do I want to write my Modernism paper on Their Eyes Were Watching God OR Mrs. Dalloway? Neither really thrilled me. I need a proposal by Tuesday.
Also-the 16th marked a year and a half since the last time I cut. 18 months. I've cut since I was 13 and previous to this, the longest I had gone was 4 months, I think, so this is a really big deal.
In other news: I had a nasty anxiety attack the other day, I've been having mild auditory hallucinations, and I haven't exactly been going to all my classes.
But despite all that, life is pretty good. The first episode of the new season of Real Time with Bill Maher is tonight at 11pm; Jarhead is playing at the Union this weekend, for $4 or something, and I've really wanted to see that; the Edward Munch exhibit opens at the MOMA on Sunday; and Pete is visiting. There is a pillow fight in Union Square at 2pm tomorrow, which I sadly cannot go to, but you should if you can. It'll be good times.
Do I want to write my Modernism paper on Their Eyes Were Watching God OR Mrs. Dalloway? Neither really thrilled me. I need a proposal by Tuesday.