David Winton actually is a powerful wizard.
And this is probably a terrible read now, since I have actual problems. SHOCKING.
I mean, I have some fairly off-kilter material I could put on here if it weren't for that weird livejournal grapevine that always bites me in the ass. There are few people whose opinions I value (that sounds silly and like I'm some ridiculous teen anarchist- not what I'm trying to convey here), but he's one of them. So in this case spilling my guts just isn't worth having to clean them up again.
How charming is that image.
Right now I just want everything to solve itself. Usually I don't really stop working until later in the year, but apparently I'm getting an early start just so I can fuck with myself a little more, because I'm not enough of an emotional masochist already.
3 days until the Ted Leo concert.
8 days until Mr. Tonken writes my recommendation.
13 days until my Kenyon application is due.
17 days until Kenyon Thanksgiving break.
19 days until my birthday.
21 days until Thanksgiving (and Julius's birthday).
So basically I have that application sitting there like a fat, brooding, gluttonous, blank thing that feeds off an otherwise fantastic month.
I DON'T THINK I COMPLAIN ENOUGH. Look at that, I even complain about complaining too much. And so on.
I mean, I have some fairly off-kilter material I could put on here if it weren't for that weird livejournal grapevine that always bites me in the ass. There are few people whose opinions I value (that sounds silly and like I'm some ridiculous teen anarchist- not what I'm trying to convey here), but he's one of them. So in this case spilling my guts just isn't worth having to clean them up again.
How charming is that image.
Right now I just want everything to solve itself. Usually I don't really stop working until later in the year, but apparently I'm getting an early start just so I can fuck with myself a little more, because I'm not enough of an emotional masochist already.
3 days until the Ted Leo concert.
8 days until Mr. Tonken writes my recommendation.
13 days until my Kenyon application is due.
17 days until Kenyon Thanksgiving break.
19 days until my birthday.
21 days until Thanksgiving (and Julius's birthday).
So basically I have that application sitting there like a fat, brooding, gluttonous, blank thing that feeds off an otherwise fantastic month.
I DON'T THINK I COMPLAIN ENOUGH. Look at that, I even complain about complaining too much. And so on.