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I should have a lot to say. I suppose I do; my grad stuff is done and I had a blast in Erie on Wednesday with my gram...got to vist with Emily. Major yay! But I guess I'm a little bewildered. The grant program I figured I could take, and I guess customize a little bit, only gives conditional acceptance to those who were not not English majors in undergrad. That, and it's centered around teaching literature rather than an actual writing component. So I was like "no, not so interested." Which means...
that I have to move. Now that really isn't a problem, as long as I can get personal care services to help me with getting out of bed and such, but I suppose I'm just adjusting to the fact that nothing I planned is going to work out. I was joking with my friend Ben yesterday when I visited with him and we went to breakfast at IHOP that by the time anything that accomplished with better facilities for Independent living, I'd be living in another state. LOL I'm beginning to think this is true.
What else... I thought about buying a book on screenplays to write one, but then I was leafing and it requires the writer to condense ideas--for obvious reasons but I am an extremely verbose writer, who will probably never be famous, but that's not really the issue. I don't think I could hack down a novel idea, when it's already difficult enough to edit my writing in the first place. Maybe I love it too much??
And, I glance over at my closet and I'm just angry. The stupid people at Abercrombie and Fitch (my favorite store) brilliantly forgot to take the sensor off my shirt. I'm really mad because I paid for it, and can't wear it until my sister comes down--whenever that might be--to Jimmy it off.
I'm thinking of starting a campaign for public atheism, to stop the spread of ridiculous fundamental religion in this country. There's nothing wrong with having beliefs, go ahead, I have my own, but I feel that religion has soured politics, the arts, pal, almost everything that was important 10 years ago to most Americans--has now become a matter of morality. Ridiculous, morality is like a favorite color--every one has their own. I think religion should become confined to the home and family gatherings. Belief is a private matter as it is...
I promised my best friend I would write tonight. And so I shall, but I could really use some coffee. I should start a poll on my page to see how many people think McDonald's coffee is better than Tim Horton's because I do....
And before I forget--requiring me to write a completely separate post, I love the work of Sherman Alexie. He is a Native American author from Washington, and I happened upon a few of his short stories in an anthology that I bought. I also bought his book entitled "the Indian killer" on Thursday when I went to Buffalo. It's about a man who is an indigenous American but is raised by white parents, so it should be fairly interesting to say the very least. I just had to comment on this because I'm very impressed with his work... I always love writing about isolation and having to deal with the discomfort of being in your own skin. It's just me.
that I have to move. Now that really isn't a problem, as long as I can get personal care services to help me with getting out of bed and such, but I suppose I'm just adjusting to the fact that nothing I planned is going to work out. I was joking with my friend Ben yesterday when I visited with him and we went to breakfast at IHOP that by the time anything that accomplished with better facilities for Independent living, I'd be living in another state. LOL I'm beginning to think this is true.
What else... I thought about buying a book on screenplays to write one, but then I was leafing and it requires the writer to condense ideas--for obvious reasons but I am an extremely verbose writer, who will probably never be famous, but that's not really the issue. I don't think I could hack down a novel idea, when it's already difficult enough to edit my writing in the first place. Maybe I love it too much??
And, I glance over at my closet and I'm just angry. The stupid people at Abercrombie and Fitch (my favorite store) brilliantly forgot to take the sensor off my shirt. I'm really mad because I paid for it, and can't wear it until my sister comes down--whenever that might be--to Jimmy it off.
I'm thinking of starting a campaign for public atheism, to stop the spread of ridiculous fundamental religion in this country. There's nothing wrong with having beliefs, go ahead, I have my own, but I feel that religion has soured politics, the arts, pal, almost everything that was important 10 years ago to most Americans--has now become a matter of morality. Ridiculous, morality is like a favorite color--every one has their own. I think religion should become confined to the home and family gatherings. Belief is a private matter as it is...
I promised my best friend I would write tonight. And so I shall, but I could really use some coffee. I should start a poll on my page to see how many people think McDonald's coffee is better than Tim Horton's because I do....
And before I forget--requiring me to write a completely separate post, I love the work of Sherman Alexie. He is a Native American author from Washington, and I happened upon a few of his short stories in an anthology that I bought. I also bought his book entitled "the Indian killer" on Thursday when I went to Buffalo. It's about a man who is an indigenous American but is raised by white parents, so it should be fairly interesting to say the very least. I just had to comment on this because I'm very impressed with his work... I always love writing about isolation and having to deal with the discomfort of being in your own skin. It's just me.