Wegs on the Rocks.
So I was reading for my Geology class and studying Wegener's theory of the Pangea and supercontinental drift when I got the sudden urge to write.
I have been meaning to lately but with school, graduate applications, two jobs, and sorority pledging it has been difficult to sit down. Not to mention I managed to catch the plague and now am pulling off a rather sexy cough, minus the sexy.
So JK Rowling is writing a new book, apparently, for adults. Not sure if I will read it. I mean Harry Potter is Harry Potter but I don't know how this adult thing will pan out and, not to mention, not a huge fan of the epilogue that ended Harry Potter. Since I want to get a doctorate in children's lit., I'm not sure her new book will be my kind of jazz. Maybe. We'll see what it's about.
I have been working on that little writing project I started in the summer. I've been inspired a lot I have noticed by my Irish Lit. class so I have been jotting down notes in a spare section of my notebook and will hopefully employ it soon. I've decided I'm going to write the patches and scenarios as they come to me because otherwise I will forget them and then later put all of it into some sort of order and rewrite it so that the character development is smooth and decent.
We'll see. I still don't know what is going to become of me yet. I'm trying hard not to be the boy peering down the black endless well trying to catch a glimpse of, well anything. At this point, I figure what will be will be and as long as I try my best while I'm at it, I'll either be somewhere or at least not hate myself for not being anywhere. If that makes sense.
Also, nyquil-- offbrand of course because hey I am a college student-- is a miracle. I never get in bed before four am. I either cannot make myself sleep because of guilt over untouched homework or I cannot sleep because I have put myself on that schedule as a result of burning the candle at both ends. Either way, I take some Nyquil because I'm miserable and it doesn't care what homework I have to do. It just decides I need to sleep and that's that, kind of like a mom from a 50's sitcom. Who knew that being sick could have its benefits? I think it does at least. I tend to relax more because I absolutely have to.
So that's where I am. I have been noticing lately that I have been getting a lot of Russian, Chinese, and Japanese comments that seem a bit like spam and that's kind of annoying. They keep asking me to buy Samsung printers and other things that I can't afford.
I am staying in and laying around tonight studying until my boyfriend is finished with his frat stuff. I was supposed to go to some play but I'm not feeling up to it.
Hope all is well with whoever is reading this. Back to Wegs and some sedimentary rocks.