Sweepy
Minimum 4-page paper for Razzy almost done. Have nearly six pages already, needs add conclusion and then edit. Will do that tomorrow because seriously can't think logically/rhetorically/at all anymore for tonight...which is now today...which is crap. I can't wait until Friday when I go home and then sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep. And somewhere in between the sleeping, I will celebrate Conner's Sixteenth Birthday with him and also hang out with Taylor, and hopefully Morgan will journey home this weekend, too, and I will get to hang out with him as well.
Workshopped my short story today. It didn't go too badly. People had plenty to say, but I felt like it was in a good way. The story made people think. It wasn't harsh harsh criticism for the most part, just a group of people trying to come together and figure out a story, not because it's terribly confusing, but because different people in the class saw it different ways and stuff. I don't know if this sounds bad or cocky, but I thought it all went pretty well.
In many ways I like Centre's smallness, but in others...I hate feeling like I'm encroaching upon others (and that's the third or even fourth time today I've used the verb "encroach"--no idea why). Guarding my feelings is kind of a pain, but it's for a good cause and good friendships, so there's no point complaining, especially if odds of anything happening aren't too high.
I miss Padfoot. I want to see my puppy.
Fall break coincides with Apple Festival. Hellz yeah!
I feel like people are treating me differently this year. I wonder if it's because I'm acting differently. Both in good ways, I think.
At the convo tonight I yelled at Dr. Weston to come sit by me. He did. : )
I have to write my Reno's karaoke stars article by noon on Thursday. I don't know if they really need it by then exactly. I will probably turn it in at 12:30. Or 1:00 even. Because I'm a rebel.
I can't forget to read the two or three short stories due Thursday. I'm pretty sure I'll forget to do that particular assignment until a very inconvenient time even though I remember them right now. Kind of like that e-mail about registering to vote. Saw it Saturday, figured I'd deal with it Sunday. Totally just remembered it again today. Tuesday today, that is. Now it's Wednesday today, and I need to go to bed. I'm very tired. I know I am very tired and slept hard when I wake up and my hair is literally all over the place. Sticking out from all sides of my head. Little strands clinging to the pillow, as desperate as the rest of me to stay in bed. That vaguely rhymes, vaguely because the rhythm is kind of weird.
Anyway.
And I've been meaning to write: strawberry hookah night in fall.
Now the haiku I just wrote:
Call, wave, go and join
The circle in the outdoor
Strawberry hookah.
Also, had a freshman dude come into the writing center Monday night with a paper he just found out he had due the next day, and he wanted help brainstorming, but he hadn't even read the two plays the paper is about. Paper was short though, maximum 300 words. I told him I can't help him if he doesn't know the material and told him the bright side was it won't be too much of his grade since the assignment's so short. Told him this to calm him down, then told him this would be a paper he'd just have to pull out of his ass. He laughed.
I like that I'm a writing consultant who tells her consults to pull papers out of their asses.
But when it's 10:30 P.M. and you have a paper you didn't know about due the next day and you haven't done a lick of the Lysistrata or Antigone readings? Well, you've only got one of two options. Ask to turn it in late, or just BS the crap out of that sucker. Basically.
Must go to bed now before involuntarily pass out across the futon and wake up with a pinched neck nerve or some shit.
Oh, and have other haikus have written sort of recently and will try to post those just because they are mildly amusing. One references The Miller's Tale. Funny, I think.
Workshopped my short story today. It didn't go too badly. People had plenty to say, but I felt like it was in a good way. The story made people think. It wasn't harsh harsh criticism for the most part, just a group of people trying to come together and figure out a story, not because it's terribly confusing, but because different people in the class saw it different ways and stuff. I don't know if this sounds bad or cocky, but I thought it all went pretty well.
In many ways I like Centre's smallness, but in others...I hate feeling like I'm encroaching upon others (and that's the third or even fourth time today I've used the verb "encroach"--no idea why). Guarding my feelings is kind of a pain, but it's for a good cause and good friendships, so there's no point complaining, especially if odds of anything happening aren't too high.
I miss Padfoot. I want to see my puppy.
Fall break coincides with Apple Festival. Hellz yeah!
I feel like people are treating me differently this year. I wonder if it's because I'm acting differently. Both in good ways, I think.
At the convo tonight I yelled at Dr. Weston to come sit by me. He did. : )
I have to write my Reno's karaoke stars article by noon on Thursday. I don't know if they really need it by then exactly. I will probably turn it in at 12:30. Or 1:00 even. Because I'm a rebel.
I can't forget to read the two or three short stories due Thursday. I'm pretty sure I'll forget to do that particular assignment until a very inconvenient time even though I remember them right now. Kind of like that e-mail about registering to vote. Saw it Saturday, figured I'd deal with it Sunday. Totally just remembered it again today. Tuesday today, that is. Now it's Wednesday today, and I need to go to bed. I'm very tired. I know I am very tired and slept hard when I wake up and my hair is literally all over the place. Sticking out from all sides of my head. Little strands clinging to the pillow, as desperate as the rest of me to stay in bed. That vaguely rhymes, vaguely because the rhythm is kind of weird.
Anyway.
And I've been meaning to write: strawberry hookah night in fall.
Now the haiku I just wrote:
Call, wave, go and join
The circle in the outdoor
Strawberry hookah.
Also, had a freshman dude come into the writing center Monday night with a paper he just found out he had due the next day, and he wanted help brainstorming, but he hadn't even read the two plays the paper is about. Paper was short though, maximum 300 words. I told him I can't help him if he doesn't know the material and told him the bright side was it won't be too much of his grade since the assignment's so short. Told him this to calm him down, then told him this would be a paper he'd just have to pull out of his ass. He laughed.
I like that I'm a writing consultant who tells her consults to pull papers out of their asses.
But when it's 10:30 P.M. and you have a paper you didn't know about due the next day and you haven't done a lick of the Lysistrata or Antigone readings? Well, you've only got one of two options. Ask to turn it in late, or just BS the crap out of that sucker. Basically.
Must go to bed now before involuntarily pass out across the futon and wake up with a pinched neck nerve or some shit.
Oh, and have other haikus have written sort of recently and will try to post those just because they are mildly amusing. One references The Miller's Tale. Funny, I think.