I'm sorry everything I have posted is nothing but complaining, but I'm just really stressed out. And for those of you who care or have followed the back and forth between me and my creative writing teacher it has come to a conclusion I'm assuming, with me the victor. She hasn't emailed me back in days. (I hope this jackassery doesn't effect my ( Read more... )

The Creative Writing class I was hoping to look forward to has proven to be a let down so far. I knew I should not have taken it till after I transferred, but certain schedule conflicts and "technical difficulties" occured. I'm really confused as to the direction in which this class is going to be headed. In the syllabus the instructor put a small ( Read more... )

Reading list at this current moment in time ( Read more... )

The creature laughed, scornfully. "I," it said, "am frightened of nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing," it said.
Charlie said, "Are you extremely terrified of nothing?"
"Absolutely terrified of it," admitted the Dragon.
"You know," said Charlie. "I have nothing in my pockets. Would you like to see it?"
"No," said the Dragon, uncomfortably, "I most definitely ( Read more... )

So I've realized that I've mostly used this to bitch, whine, and moan about things I hate. How self-destructive is that? Let's bring a little bit of sunshine and bunnies into this motherfucker. I enjoy reading. A lot. Right now I've overwhelmed myself with the books that I am reading. Currently I am about to start East of Eden by John Steinbeck. ( Read more... )

I love life's irony. And would it not be that the week I begin to read Candide that Hurricane Ike would decided to strike. Everything works for the best of all possible worlds. "Everything is made to serve a certain end." Oh dear Pangloss, has this storm surely brewed so that I may find the humor in this book? Is it not Optimism I am pining for? My ( Read more... )