大学
Hello, peeps!
College has been something else. I think I had four exams last week. Two in Japanese, one in International Studies, and one in Imaginative Writing. I also had an essay for Journalism due. This week isn't any better. I had a chapter test in 日本語, which I felt the urge to write on in bright, sprawling letters "PWNED" when I finished. I think I studied for five hours last night.
Then I have a vocab quiz tomorrow and Wednesday. Three tests in a row in just one class? It blows my mind. Tomorrow I have to write a short story and present to my Imaginative Writing class. I don't even want to think about this right now. I also have to research the rise of India in the global econmomy tonight for my International Studies class for a presentation. The presentation is Thursday, but my partner thinks it's tomorrow, so I have to get it done tonight. I also need to read two chapters in my Journalsim textbook for my Unit Exam Wednesday by tonight. The exam is over 5 chapters, and I've only read one, so yes. I am stressing out.
Oh, gosh. I came on here to get away from the tedium of university, but I'm just stressing myself out more.
In other news, I'm in the process of writing three new poems. One is 空's twin, 夜空. It's almost done. If I could just find the time to finish editing it so I could type it. It's my favorite that I've written yet. I'm hoping to enter it in a writing competition. The three winners win a trip to Mexico for a writers conference. The conference is in Guanajuato, which is six hours away from Guadalajara, I believe, where my family lives. I'd really like to see them. Along with financial issues, the reason I haven't been able to go to Mexico for the last few years is because of the drug violence going on. It just seems to be getting worse and worse.
Another poem I'm working on I don't have a title for yet, and I don't really want to disclose what it's about because the topic really tears me open and leaves my bleeding. Sometimes I wonder how I even wrote a poem about it. D8 The last poem I'm working on write now is called "The Grave Is On My Face" about a decaying woman. This one I'm having some issues with, but I'll figure through them.
A couple nights ago I had an interesting dream. I dreamnt that Closer to ideal -Brand new scene- was playing at the movie theater here at my university. I watched it and thought the whole time, They are amazing. They're really amazing. I love D'espairsRay. I love them so much. The show ended on HIZUMI's last haunting note in Tainted World, and I started to cry. I was telling a girl through sobs, What a shame. What a fucking shame.