on the worries and crossing over to the dark side...
I've always sort of resented holidays, becuase they're finished as soon as you get used to them...
i suppose i have a rather big week on the horizon. i say this, but its probably no more demanding than any other week in my life. a new short story needs to be written by thursday afternoon, i have to finish my editorial comments for jenny's submission, i believe some sort of biology lab report has an approaching dealine and, most notably, i must preare for the long-awaited arrival of Jacky boy and Lauren. i'm almost pleased at the notion of a busy work week, in that it should condense the amount of time between now and their visit to baton rouge. i hope this weekend will be as much fun as their last trip here. i have high expectations. The SCAT house (that is, Sage-Conway-Abbot-Torrey) will host a friday night drink-til-you-can't-feel-feelings-and-probabaly-end-up-doing/saying-something-regretable. so, at least we've all got that going for us.
my final fall break was a bit lackluster. this is not to say that i was expecting a wild and crazy 4-day weekend away from classes and other such responsibilities, but i really should have taken adavantage of my holiday. as it was, i ended up spending about 90% of my waking hours at the apartment sipping beer and watching television with benny. during the final two nights of the break, after sage had made his way back from a visit to his parents place, i figured it would be a good idea to purchase several liters of what was essentially "rot gut" bourbon from winn dixie. this, of course, turned into an excuse for me to power house drink and become what can only be described as a drunknen monster. i even went as far as to try and pick verbal fights with a number of my roomates and close friends, leading to an unfortunate (not to mention highly embarassing) incident in which they retaliated with an arsenal of sharpies and several compromising photographs as i slept.
shifting gears, i recently met with my counselor and it turns out that i only have 9 hours left until graduation this spring. what a strange feeling. as cliche as it may sound, i feel like these years have gone by in an inexplicable flash of a most incoherent drunkeness. its really unbelievable when you get right down to it. this realization has also increased the pressing matter of my plans for the immediate future. hopefully, the answer will come to me in the form of acceptance letters to MFA programs. but what if i'm rejected? i mean, as much as i hate to think about it, i'm by no means guaranteed addmittance. the programs are incredibly competetive. its frightening to think about how much is riding on these stories that i'm working on. speaking in brass tacks, without getting into a program, i'll just some guy with a BA in creative writing from louisiana state university. guh, let's just hope they like my manuscript.
overall, i'd say that things are going well. aside from the aforementioned worries, i'm generally quite content. i've fallen in love with michelle and she shares the sentiments. i'm very lucky to have her, lucky to have crossed her path last spring. waking up each morning next to someone that you truly care about makes for better days without question.
i suppose its ok to end on a happy note every now and then...
i suppose i have a rather big week on the horizon. i say this, but its probably no more demanding than any other week in my life. a new short story needs to be written by thursday afternoon, i have to finish my editorial comments for jenny's submission, i believe some sort of biology lab report has an approaching dealine and, most notably, i must preare for the long-awaited arrival of Jacky boy and Lauren. i'm almost pleased at the notion of a busy work week, in that it should condense the amount of time between now and their visit to baton rouge. i hope this weekend will be as much fun as their last trip here. i have high expectations. The SCAT house (that is, Sage-Conway-Abbot-Torrey) will host a friday night drink-til-you-can't-feel-feelings-and-probabaly-end-up-doing/saying-something-regretable. so, at least we've all got that going for us.
my final fall break was a bit lackluster. this is not to say that i was expecting a wild and crazy 4-day weekend away from classes and other such responsibilities, but i really should have taken adavantage of my holiday. as it was, i ended up spending about 90% of my waking hours at the apartment sipping beer and watching television with benny. during the final two nights of the break, after sage had made his way back from a visit to his parents place, i figured it would be a good idea to purchase several liters of what was essentially "rot gut" bourbon from winn dixie. this, of course, turned into an excuse for me to power house drink and become what can only be described as a drunknen monster. i even went as far as to try and pick verbal fights with a number of my roomates and close friends, leading to an unfortunate (not to mention highly embarassing) incident in which they retaliated with an arsenal of sharpies and several compromising photographs as i slept.
shifting gears, i recently met with my counselor and it turns out that i only have 9 hours left until graduation this spring. what a strange feeling. as cliche as it may sound, i feel like these years have gone by in an inexplicable flash of a most incoherent drunkeness. its really unbelievable when you get right down to it. this realization has also increased the pressing matter of my plans for the immediate future. hopefully, the answer will come to me in the form of acceptance letters to MFA programs. but what if i'm rejected? i mean, as much as i hate to think about it, i'm by no means guaranteed addmittance. the programs are incredibly competetive. its frightening to think about how much is riding on these stories that i'm working on. speaking in brass tacks, without getting into a program, i'll just some guy with a BA in creative writing from louisiana state university. guh, let's just hope they like my manuscript.
overall, i'd say that things are going well. aside from the aforementioned worries, i'm generally quite content. i've fallen in love with michelle and she shares the sentiments. i'm very lucky to have her, lucky to have crossed her path last spring. waking up each morning next to someone that you truly care about makes for better days without question.
i suppose its ok to end on a happy note every now and then...