I need a bigger couch.
So, I've been putting off writing in my journal even though the majority of my school work is done. In short, I took six classes (which is two classes more than full time) worked my butt off for 4 months, stayed up till midnight and woke up at 5 a good percentage of days, had the crappiest weekends ever, wrote a ton of stories, poems and academic papers, including a few in spanish, and spent a lot of time regretting my decision to take so many classes. I have a 3.798 gpa. So, I did good. Now I am in my last class, a spanish readings class where we read poetry and short stories and talk about them for more than 2 hours a day for 4 days out of the week for the next month. Yay.
The real reason I haven't written in my livejournal is that it is a constant reminder of what I've done all this work for, and there is a part of me, ok a really large part of me, that feels like now that the time is drawing close for me to try and accomplish these goals, I'll fall woefully short. So. I just want to crawl under the couch and hide. Which I would do, if I could fit. It's actually a really small space.
Instead, I've been spending a lot of time reading, which I can call "research". I just finished The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. It was supreme! The newest book is out but it's a whopping $30 dollars at barnes&nobles so I might just have to wait for it in paperback. I can't wait to "research" Forever and The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater.
Maybe I'll make Tony take me to Pescado's for dinner tonight.
~Silverton