april seventh.
ah. spring break. the dams of sleep have broken free. weird metaphor.
happy that i can go to the gym again. happy that i can read for fun again. well, once i finish my american lit novel assignment. but that's kinda fun anyways. happy that work has let up a little. getting a night off used to be like flying bikes. it looked so easy in e.t., but just couldn't happen in real life. it certainly hasn't become run-of-the-mill, but it's slightly more possible.
only a month more of moorpark. two more papers. two more photo assignments. a speech. three finals. four scholarships to apply for. a nice trip to berkeley with my dad and camera to break it all up. not bad.
i'm glad i'm an english major. i've gotten over my bitterness and my fear of not being smart enough for the liberal intellectuals that dominate the field. stephen's right: once i have a chance to breath (such as now) i'll probably start enjoying school and writing again. i'll have a chance to read what i'm supposed to read without resentment. such a time will be nice, and i'll be very put out if it never comes.
as for tonight, i love not knowing what to do with myself. thinking, thinking, thinking. i think i'll brush my teeth and go to bed.
happy that i can go to the gym again. happy that i can read for fun again. well, once i finish my american lit novel assignment. but that's kinda fun anyways. happy that work has let up a little. getting a night off used to be like flying bikes. it looked so easy in e.t., but just couldn't happen in real life. it certainly hasn't become run-of-the-mill, but it's slightly more possible.
only a month more of moorpark. two more papers. two more photo assignments. a speech. three finals. four scholarships to apply for. a nice trip to berkeley with my dad and camera to break it all up. not bad.
i'm glad i'm an english major. i've gotten over my bitterness and my fear of not being smart enough for the liberal intellectuals that dominate the field. stephen's right: once i have a chance to breath (such as now) i'll probably start enjoying school and writing again. i'll have a chance to read what i'm supposed to read without resentment. such a time will be nice, and i'll be very put out if it never comes.
as for tonight, i love not knowing what to do with myself. thinking, thinking, thinking. i think i'll brush my teeth and go to bed.