Morrissey, school, and work
I've been back and forth on whether I wanted to drive to Omaha to see Morrissey play. Because yes, I want to be there. I started thinking last night, well, I'll just go because I love him so much. I figured that he has to be around the age of Michael Stipe, who always looks like he's dying of a horrible wasting disease, so I better get around to seeing them. I also like what I've heard of "Ringleader of the Tormentors." I know others have mocked the "you have killed me" stuff. But I listen to it and I'm like, uh yeah, it feels good to me. So I convinced myself to go.
But I can't! I forgot that I have to take the Praxis test May 15. And I need to pass it and do well. That means studying a lot through April and May on the weekends when I'm not working.
I have to write an essay today that I've put off for the past two weekends. It's only a page long! I can't put it off anymore or I am not going to get it in on time. ::Resolute sigh:: it doesn't need to be perfect, just write it, self.
Right so, my post last night... A lot of times I just post how I feel and not why or what. Which I like, because I think the details are boring. But for other people to understand I know I have to be clear and make sense (always hard for me as a writer, ha.) I was at a club and most of my friends there had significant others which made me kind of sad.
Ok! Going to write the essay, I hope. I think I'll get some Mac and Cheese at Noodles to reward myself when I've done the bulk of it.
But I can't! I forgot that I have to take the Praxis test May 15. And I need to pass it and do well. That means studying a lot through April and May on the weekends when I'm not working.
I have to write an essay today that I've put off for the past two weekends. It's only a page long! I can't put it off anymore or I am not going to get it in on time. ::Resolute sigh:: it doesn't need to be perfect, just write it, self.
Right so, my post last night... A lot of times I just post how I feel and not why or what. Which I like, because I think the details are boring. But for other people to understand I know I have to be clear and make sense (always hard for me as a writer, ha.) I was at a club and most of my friends there had significant others which made me kind of sad.
Ok! Going to write the essay, I hope. I think I'll get some Mac and Cheese at Noodles to reward myself when I've done the bulk of it.