on idea after idea and other such mummery...
the downhill slope...
school has officially become of no consequence to me. only six weeks into this semester, and i've started burroughing myself deep into the mentality of "I don't give a flying fuck." oh well, i feel like i've earned a few months off. i even managed to break myself away from the toils of midday beer drinking and front yard slip-n-sliding in order to pick up my cap and gown. this all occured yesterday, or "Senior Celebration Day!," as it was billed. the entire event took place at the ritzy LSU alumni center, and involved me standing in line for no less than an hour, only to be informed (at the absolute last moment, of course) that, contrary to what was written in the letter that they'd sent to my mother's house, my attendace was by no means required and i could've just as easily picked up everything that i needed from the LSU bookstore. god, what a nightmare.
for my upcoming 22nd birthday, Michelle, in her infinite tact, has organized a lovely birthday dinner and subsequent night out in uptown new orleans. the guestlist is as concise as it is sound, and i'm anticipating that a grand time will be had by all. after the festivities, she and i will retire to our hotel room downtown for hugging and kissing and the like.
the MFA program at Georgia college (The Flannery O'Connor Review of fiction and poetry) has fed me my first morsel of positive feedback in regards to my fiction manuscript. though i've yet to be officialy accpeted into their workshop, i've received two e-mails in which the senders stated that they were impressed/interested in my writings and that they look forward to familiarizing me with their campus. hopefully these sentiments will be echoed by the other programs to which i've applied, and i'll have some schools to choose from when decision time comes.
need to find a job. need to make plans for spring break. need to know where i'll be living this fall.
good night, irene...