Nov 29, 2004 17:13
At least I don't get graded for this kind of writing. I'm so frustrated with my Wordsmith essay right now, because I feel as though I'm writing some decent stuff, but it's not quite answering the question. It's half tirade at the bad music (as in poorly written) floating around the community, and half comparison of 2 pieces, and half not written yet. Which adds up to, yes, a whole and a half. Screw writing. I hate writing for a grade because I feel limited. I know I debated with Nicholas about this idea, but now I've come to agree with him. AHHHH.... Maybe someday I'll write whatever I want to write, and of course it will be great. Just kidding. I'm starting to see the good side of maybe teaching college English like my dad, because you can go to conferences and write big papers about whatever you want to, as long as it pertains to what's being discussed at the conference. It would be fun to get up in front of people where they would have to be quiet and listen to what I had to say. Since everything I say is right and intelligent and important. Riiiiiight....
I ran with the Ben today when we got home. It felt really good, especially since I haven't run in a while. It was kinda cold for my taste though. Anything below 65 is too cold for me, it seems. I hate being so cold natured. My hands are freezing now, and my lips are probably a nice shade of purple-ish blue. The scar on my top lip always turns purple when I get even a little cold. So yeah, I guess I need to get back to my paper now, but I don't think I will. Why be an overachiever? It's not due till Friday. Also, sorry to anyone that has a large text messaging bill, b/c I've probably helped contribute to it. I apologize, and have been chastised by my mother to cut back on mine and others as well.