I can see the light...
Just a few more weeks, and then I'll be back in the 'ville -- cleaning my apartment, stocking my fridge, experimenting with new crockpot recipes, napping on my comfy couches, typing on my laptop from an actual desk instead of a coffee table, and sleeping in my own bed. I just can't wait.
In fact, I'm so eager to get back that it's making the short stretch of time I have left seem like a lifetime.
I've resolved to improve my life next semester. Here's my list:
- Buy a treadmill and somehow fit it in the office or the bedroom (office it more likely.. and it will probably be a used one so I don't kill my bank account.)
- Complementing the first one -- Lose 20-30 pounds. It will happen dammit.
- Cook more. Bake less. Also complements the first two.
- Vacuum the apartment at least once a week.
- Go out more often: to a lounge, a club, a coffeehouse, music performances, plays, musicals, etc. Being in Miami has made me realize that I can do all of these things in Gainesville easier and cheaper. So I should definitely take advantage of it.
- Spend more time outside on my "patio" or by the pool, that's literally like 5 steps from my sliding door.
- Not procrastinate so much on papers.
- Mayyybe buy a bike...
- Take Jim to Payne's Prairie.
- Re-string my guitar. Whether or not I'll try to play it again is another story.
- Cut my hair more often (instead of waiting like 6 months until it is down to my waist).
- Develop a lot of pictures and fill all of my frames and scrapbooks.
- Chill more with friends.
I think that's a good starting point. At some point I'll try and update how many of those I actually checked off my list. We'll see.
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In other news, I'm really enjoying Anna Karenina. I think it's just the kind of novel I need right now. Part of me always has this inkling to pick it up at any moment of the day.
You know how everyone says that all people need is to be loved. Sure, that is true. But I also think that everyone needs a good book to gravitate to every once in a while. It's almost like having a crush on someone. Gives you that same adrenaline, satisfaction, smile, anxiety, excitement....
Or maybe I just have a book fetish.
More and more lately I've been feeling the need to write something... Like there's an idea budding inside my head. I usually dismiss it as silly though.
I actually started a project last semester. it was a creative writing piece I did for a class last semester that ended up being the first few chapters of a "book." I've been waiting for a few things to happen and fuel the fire so I could finish it. Although I never intended to finish it, but I think it turned out good enough that I decided maybe I should continue. It's flawed in many ways, but I think that finishing it just for myself would give me a good sense of artistic accomplishment.
But thinking about finishing that one piece, which is a simple, adolescent novel, very basic and simple, but I think it works well, has made me want to try my hand at something new. I want to try and write a character - one that I can bond with and feel and try and connect the reader to. I supposed that's one of the fundamental tenants of writing a novel, so therefore it's one of the indicators of whether you're a good writer or not. I just think it's incredibly hard. I've never really tried it because I'm to intimidated by the idea of trying to create a character, a personality, a soul-on-paper even, that people can really care about and take interest in. Or that I can even take interest in.
I can see myself writing something and then Jim reading it and saying, "meh... so-and-so is kinda stupid, melodramatic, boring (insert negative or bad adjective here).
Then again, some of the best writers got frustrated with their characters all of the time.
And Hamlet, annoying as he is at times, didn't make Shakespeare any less famous, did he?
Then again, why am I so worried. If so many morons love and revere such an unremarkable, cliche, boring, weak, soulless character like Harry Potter -- then this should all be a piece of cake.... and I'll be a millionaire the next time you meet me.
In fact, I'm so eager to get back that it's making the short stretch of time I have left seem like a lifetime.
I've resolved to improve my life next semester. Here's my list:
- Buy a treadmill and somehow fit it in the office or the bedroom (office it more likely.. and it will probably be a used one so I don't kill my bank account.)
- Complementing the first one -- Lose 20-30 pounds. It will happen dammit.
- Cook more. Bake less. Also complements the first two.
- Vacuum the apartment at least once a week.
- Go out more often: to a lounge, a club, a coffeehouse, music performances, plays, musicals, etc. Being in Miami has made me realize that I can do all of these things in Gainesville easier and cheaper. So I should definitely take advantage of it.
- Spend more time outside on my "patio" or by the pool, that's literally like 5 steps from my sliding door.
- Not procrastinate so much on papers.
- Mayyybe buy a bike...
- Take Jim to Payne's Prairie.
- Re-string my guitar. Whether or not I'll try to play it again is another story.
- Cut my hair more often (instead of waiting like 6 months until it is down to my waist).
- Develop a lot of pictures and fill all of my frames and scrapbooks.
- Chill more with friends.
I think that's a good starting point. At some point I'll try and update how many of those I actually checked off my list. We'll see.
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In other news, I'm really enjoying Anna Karenina. I think it's just the kind of novel I need right now. Part of me always has this inkling to pick it up at any moment of the day.
You know how everyone says that all people need is to be loved. Sure, that is true. But I also think that everyone needs a good book to gravitate to every once in a while. It's almost like having a crush on someone. Gives you that same adrenaline, satisfaction, smile, anxiety, excitement....
Or maybe I just have a book fetish.
More and more lately I've been feeling the need to write something... Like there's an idea budding inside my head. I usually dismiss it as silly though.
I actually started a project last semester. it was a creative writing piece I did for a class last semester that ended up being the first few chapters of a "book." I've been waiting for a few things to happen and fuel the fire so I could finish it. Although I never intended to finish it, but I think it turned out good enough that I decided maybe I should continue. It's flawed in many ways, but I think that finishing it just for myself would give me a good sense of artistic accomplishment.
But thinking about finishing that one piece, which is a simple, adolescent novel, very basic and simple, but I think it works well, has made me want to try my hand at something new. I want to try and write a character - one that I can bond with and feel and try and connect the reader to. I supposed that's one of the fundamental tenants of writing a novel, so therefore it's one of the indicators of whether you're a good writer or not. I just think it's incredibly hard. I've never really tried it because I'm to intimidated by the idea of trying to create a character, a personality, a soul-on-paper even, that people can really care about and take interest in. Or that I can even take interest in.
I can see myself writing something and then Jim reading it and saying, "meh... so-and-so is kinda stupid, melodramatic, boring (insert negative or bad adjective here).
Then again, some of the best writers got frustrated with their characters all of the time.
And Hamlet, annoying as he is at times, didn't make Shakespeare any less famous, did he?
Then again, why am I so worried. If so many morons love and revere such an unremarkable, cliche, boring, weak, soulless character like Harry Potter -- then this should all be a piece of cake.... and I'll be a millionaire the next time you meet me.