Okay. Not really. I'm an English major. Essays are my thing... but they tend to take a lot out of me. I have to think and talking in circles for hours before I can manage to settle on a thesis. What's even worse is what's happening right now... when I have an idea of what I want to say, and I have evidence, and
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So. Snowday nostalgia wears off very quickly. It's quaint for like, 3 hours, until you get restless. We have had a second day off of classes, and it is lik pulling teeth. Last night I had a self-pity fest. Those are awful, because you start feeling guilty about your self-pity, thus adding to said pity and self-esteem issues. It feels good afterward
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It bizarre, having a snowday in college. For some reason I tend to associate snowdays with middle school and hot chocolate and having friends over. This is something else entirely. It completely cuts off motivation to work, or even play. There's a sense of calm peace around campus. There's someone in the lobby playing the piano, the blinds are open
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So... this is obviously why I never journal, I seem to forget about it, or feel that I have nothing productive to say. But whatever, I'll have a go anyway
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Well, I seem to be failing at this journaling thing. Oh well, hopefully I'll get better. So, Matt Smith. Oh yes, the casting news, I'm sure it's been beaten to death, but here's my take on it.
Today as I was sitting in the dentist's chair, I realized just how much of my life is wasted in doctors' offices and the like. It's absurd how many hours one spends sitting in waiting rooms and simply waiting for other people. I know society could never run without appointments and waiting, but sometimes I just want to go my own way, wherever and
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So, because I'm trying to force myself to journal more avidly (as a writer this is important, and I am SO bad at it) I've decided to try this out. My slight obsession with stalking communities helps
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