end of semester happiness
It's nice to be almost done with school. I mean, I still have two huge exams to finish (thank you very much Ancient Greece, I'm so pleased to count you among one of my friends) and a lot of worrisome attic greek to account for, yet I'm just feeling good. This is the happiest semester I've had in a long time.
I figured to remind myself in case I start screwing shit up in the future, to remind myself why I'm so happy right now. I live alone (this is not to say anything catty about former roommates, but more to the point of I'm tired of dealing with the dramas of other twenty-something women. And let me tell you this, all twenty-something woman is chock-filled with drama), the modern pea pod is going exceptionally well (well, maybe a little too well. We seriously need more writers or the writers who are on staff to write more. We have Conqueroo PR, Subpop Records, Rykodisk records and Blueghost PR now permanently supplying the modern pea pod with review materials in addition to what we're getting sent to write for blogcritics (see in the future: Robert Pollard solo, The Strokes, Pharrell in addition to indies that most people (including the reviewers) will have never heard of before now.); I am unsatisfied with my writing which means it's actually progressing; and for once, my studying habits are actually paying off.
What a long-winded sentence.
While the unsatisfaction with writing should not be one of the things pleasing me, it's probably my favorite reason to be satisfied. I like the fact that I'm not stuck in a rut. I want to keep trying and exploring new options and developing myself as a writer. It would be stupid to think that I'm great or good writer right now, but it's nice to think that maybe when I hit forty-five or fifty, I can think to myself, "I am a good writer" instead of thinking, "Someday, I may be able to think I'm a good writer".
What another long-winded sentence.
And, the most exciting thing of all, Zach and I are going record shopping to celebrate the end of the semester within the next couple of days. And you guys aren't invited.
So there.
I figured to remind myself in case I start screwing shit up in the future, to remind myself why I'm so happy right now. I live alone (this is not to say anything catty about former roommates, but more to the point of I'm tired of dealing with the dramas of other twenty-something women. And let me tell you this, all twenty-something woman is chock-filled with drama), the modern pea pod is going exceptionally well (well, maybe a little too well. We seriously need more writers or the writers who are on staff to write more. We have Conqueroo PR, Subpop Records, Rykodisk records and Blueghost PR now permanently supplying the modern pea pod with review materials in addition to what we're getting sent to write for blogcritics (see in the future: Robert Pollard solo, The Strokes, Pharrell in addition to indies that most people (including the reviewers) will have never heard of before now.); I am unsatisfied with my writing which means it's actually progressing; and for once, my studying habits are actually paying off.
What a long-winded sentence.
While the unsatisfaction with writing should not be one of the things pleasing me, it's probably my favorite reason to be satisfied. I like the fact that I'm not stuck in a rut. I want to keep trying and exploring new options and developing myself as a writer. It would be stupid to think that I'm great or good writer right now, but it's nice to think that maybe when I hit forty-five or fifty, I can think to myself, "I am a good writer" instead of thinking, "Someday, I may be able to think I'm a good writer".
What another long-winded sentence.
And, the most exciting thing of all, Zach and I are going record shopping to celebrate the end of the semester within the next couple of days. And you guys aren't invited.
So there.