I have an idea...
... I've decided to become a writer of tawdry historical bodice-rippers. I won't have to deal with school boards, some awful curriculum, parents and principals, or academia. And it often pays better than teaching at a college or CSU, but hey what doesn't?
I know I can't write for shit, but that's not that important is it?
...
My papers are due, I feel sick, the acrobat can't move in, the utility bill is too high, the apartment is flooding, and for some reason I've chosen to run for a time-consuming and stressful position at work...
I hate school. I hate money. All I want to do is sew and work on this goddamn doll which is never going to be finished. (Jodie and I are/were working on an 18th century fashion doll. I'm giving up on getting it done by April because of schoolwork and things, but we're going to finish it someday and it'll be beauuuuuutiful) ... I had all of these adorable plans for her embroidered pockets and whitework sleeve flounces and quilted petticoat and all of the lovely needlework things I never get around to doing because I know I never really finish big projects... My Kabbalah professor says I need to stop sewing during class. Harumph...
I hate my Early Middle Ages class. It makes me want to puke. It feels so inhuman and weird. Hundreds of years of people rolling around in the mud, randomly deciding to go to war, and leaving the crappiest paper trail. Gad, what's the point in even trying to piece it together? Such a weird frickin period...
I should be writing a paper on 19th century Jewish acculturation... at this very moment. Oh hateful. Why didn't I write my paper on 18th century Jewry and the Haskalah? I must be lazy. Lazy lazy lazy... I think I'll eat some more creamy rabbit candies and twiddle my thumbs. Yes.
Aaaaaaaaaand I need to work on my gin project some more. I'm writing a paper on justice in London during the "gin craze". Awful depressing stuff.
History is a strange delight...
Oy.
I know I can't write for shit, but that's not that important is it?
...
My papers are due, I feel sick, the acrobat can't move in, the utility bill is too high, the apartment is flooding, and for some reason I've chosen to run for a time-consuming and stressful position at work...
I hate school. I hate money. All I want to do is sew and work on this goddamn doll which is never going to be finished. (Jodie and I are/were working on an 18th century fashion doll. I'm giving up on getting it done by April because of schoolwork and things, but we're going to finish it someday and it'll be beauuuuuutiful) ... I had all of these adorable plans for her embroidered pockets and whitework sleeve flounces and quilted petticoat and all of the lovely needlework things I never get around to doing because I know I never really finish big projects... My Kabbalah professor says I need to stop sewing during class. Harumph...
I hate my Early Middle Ages class. It makes me want to puke. It feels so inhuman and weird. Hundreds of years of people rolling around in the mud, randomly deciding to go to war, and leaving the crappiest paper trail. Gad, what's the point in even trying to piece it together? Such a weird frickin period...
I should be writing a paper on 19th century Jewish acculturation... at this very moment. Oh hateful. Why didn't I write my paper on 18th century Jewry and the Haskalah? I must be lazy. Lazy lazy lazy... I think I'll eat some more creamy rabbit candies and twiddle my thumbs. Yes.
Aaaaaaaaaand I need to work on my gin project some more. I'm writing a paper on justice in London during the "gin craze". Awful depressing stuff.
History is a strange delight...
Oy.