Well
I've come back to LJ, after, well, if you're reading this, you probably know how long it's been. I'm still at Miami. I've decided to go into the English lit field. I'm watching 'Roseanne,' and David's playing a ukulele. I just cut my hair, and ate noodles. I'm finishing up a huuuuuuuge paper, which I've been working on for about, oh, two months or so. I'm very much ready for it to be done. It's also dawned on me how much work professors give at the end of the semester. It seems like there's actually more work in the spring than there is in the fall. Well, besides discovering how much work there is, I've noticed Roseanne's eyebrows only got slimmer around the final two seasons or so...and some kick ass new sites from the internet. Hoolah, internet. Stumbleupon.com is fantastic, full of random bits and nibbles to stimulate and entertain you. Twitter! I don't go on very often, but some people are hilarious in their succinct expressions of less than 140 characters. Oh, Extermatital, this is a horrible commercial.
I wonder about getting older. I look at pictures of myself when I was about five, or so, and think, "Did I ever expect to be twenty-two? Did I ever imagine being a smoker, having to deal with this weight mania, still in school? Did I really expect to be Zoologist Barbie?" I wonder what i thought about culture when I was five. I once put out an electrical fire with cups of water. How lucky was i? Just, in life, how lucky have I been? Yes, I was almost hit by a truck when I was four, and sure, I found out about drugs, firsthand, and got expelled, but really, I'm fucking lucky. I've had great friends, and an impressive creative and intellectually advanced mind, with loving parents, and cupcakes. I always feel like this blog is a letter I'm writing right before I die.
I'm close to graduating, and the prospect of grad school is scaring the shit out of me. My tuition runs out when I get my BA, so I have to look into schools that offer a good collection of literary works for me to study. I guess. Maybe my next post will look into masters programs. Etc etc. Because, I have to go work on that paper! Which I have to hand in before 930 a.m. ...which is in 7 hours. Fucking awesome.
See you later, LJ.
Molly
I wonder about getting older. I look at pictures of myself when I was about five, or so, and think, "Did I ever expect to be twenty-two? Did I ever imagine being a smoker, having to deal with this weight mania, still in school? Did I really expect to be Zoologist Barbie?" I wonder what i thought about culture when I was five. I once put out an electrical fire with cups of water. How lucky was i? Just, in life, how lucky have I been? Yes, I was almost hit by a truck when I was four, and sure, I found out about drugs, firsthand, and got expelled, but really, I'm fucking lucky. I've had great friends, and an impressive creative and intellectually advanced mind, with loving parents, and cupcakes. I always feel like this blog is a letter I'm writing right before I die.
I'm close to graduating, and the prospect of grad school is scaring the shit out of me. My tuition runs out when I get my BA, so I have to look into schools that offer a good collection of literary works for me to study. I guess. Maybe my next post will look into masters programs. Etc etc. Because, I have to go work on that paper! Which I have to hand in before 930 a.m. ...which is in 7 hours. Fucking awesome.
See you later, LJ.
Molly