Chaning poems from Walt Whitman to...? In need of a literary statement of self. Help wante
I've lost my journal. Sadness.
Or not, becuase only bad stuff was in there. Like the last few posts of this one. Therapist says I should journal. Her answer to a secret key. I honestly don't feel like psycho-analysing myself anymore.
Terrible, terrible conversations with Dario over the last few days. Not terrible, but so unsatisfying. Why are we doing this? I lose the sense of togetherness when we're away from each other. But we eventually see each other, and then we're back on again, and it feels good.
*But he did call back. He did. And he stayed on the line, even if he was being a jerk a little bit.
Nearing the end of the semester. I've begun to feel numb. I don't know necessarily why. I live for the paper. It's off now and I need to be organizing freelance gigs but haven't yet. Spent today in Panama Bay reading David Lamb. There's a wealth of stuff in the Express office. When is my key going to get taken away.
Marti says, "You need to learn to make lists."
Ok. Here are the things I need to do this week:
1. Call the Record, organize internship/helpership.
2. Make up my mind about the internship with Tri Valley Mag.
3. Write Parliamentary Debate analysis- TUES
4. Write Letter of intent for: EIC, News Editor- MON
5. Call Arel, ask about Rotary scholarships to get me to Baltimore - SAT N
6. Deposit scholarship check
7. Take Kat to get a sunday
8. Query Fringe about women's art show review/artist profile (and pre-query reasearch)
a. Research - MON
b. Query - TUES
9. Nag dad about automatic transfers
10. Get mother's day flowers (or send anna). Find concert.
Looking at this list, I feel better. Maybe the reason I feel so numb is becuase I'm just the things I need to do right now. I don't really have any friends. The fun I have is solitary.
So, why would you want to stay here another semester, Helen? Are you throwing a lot of bullshit into the air? DONT STAY FOR DARIO. HE'S NOT COMING.
That should do it for this week. We'll say, deadline is Tuesday. At least get everyone CALLED.
Or not, becuase only bad stuff was in there. Like the last few posts of this one. Therapist says I should journal. Her answer to a secret key. I honestly don't feel like psycho-analysing myself anymore.
Terrible, terrible conversations with Dario over the last few days. Not terrible, but so unsatisfying. Why are we doing this? I lose the sense of togetherness when we're away from each other. But we eventually see each other, and then we're back on again, and it feels good.
*But he did call back. He did. And he stayed on the line, even if he was being a jerk a little bit.
Nearing the end of the semester. I've begun to feel numb. I don't know necessarily why. I live for the paper. It's off now and I need to be organizing freelance gigs but haven't yet. Spent today in Panama Bay reading David Lamb. There's a wealth of stuff in the Express office. When is my key going to get taken away.
Marti says, "You need to learn to make lists."
Ok. Here are the things I need to do this week:
1. Call the Record, organize internship/helpership.
2. Make up my mind about the internship with Tri Valley Mag.
3. Write Parliamentary Debate analysis- TUES
4. Write Letter of intent for: EIC, News Editor- MON
5. Call Arel, ask about Rotary scholarships to get me to Baltimore - SAT N
6. Deposit scholarship check
7. Take Kat to get a sunday
8. Query Fringe about women's art show review/artist profile (and pre-query reasearch)
a. Research - MON
b. Query - TUES
9. Nag dad about automatic transfers
10. Get mother's day flowers (or send anna). Find concert.
Looking at this list, I feel better. Maybe the reason I feel so numb is becuase I'm just the things I need to do right now. I don't really have any friends. The fun I have is solitary.
So, why would you want to stay here another semester, Helen? Are you throwing a lot of bullshit into the air? DONT STAY FOR DARIO. HE'S NOT COMING.
That should do it for this week. We'll say, deadline is Tuesday. At least get everyone CALLED.