I always make the mistake of planning for the future. It doesn't take much to realize that in most cases, this is a futile enterprise. I had hoped that semester would be an easy one after crushing myself under the weight of 18 hours last semester. Unfortunately, I've gotten a burden that makes school seem simple.
Anyone who knows me is familiar with my penchant for poor metaphors. I will take the liberty of using another one. Whenever I sit on grass, I have the habit of plucking blades of it and trying to split them down the middle as precisely as I can. Even though I do this, it's often hard to tell how precise my judgment is. I often misjudge. Am I being indirect? I hope so.
o me miserum! cogno sed nescio. anima mea infirma est.
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Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Requiem for a summer
Well, it's almost over. I'm excited about the school year coming soon. Frankly, I miss my friends and I'm sick of being at home.
I've been on a writing binge this summer, which really isn't saying much. I have 3 and a half poems and a (very) short story to show for my hard work. I always thought I was more of a short story writer, but it turns out I have a knack for poetry. In fact, two of the poems I've written were conceived as short fictional works, but became poems instead. I suppose it's time to let them fly into the harsh land of literary criticism where they'll either be eaten alive or soar gracefully.
Of course, that's not all I've done this summer. I've failed at getting a job, beaten several video games, visited about half of the known internet, gotten much better at bass, smoked a lot, read several books, learned new tricks, had my existential crisis, and hopefully come out better for it.
Despite these things, by summer has also been insufferably boring, but dwelling on misery is very rarely constructive. Here's hoping this next week flies by.
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I've been on a writing binge this summer, which really isn't saying much. I have 3 and a half poems and a (very) short story to show for my hard work. I always thought I was more of a short story writer, but it turns out I have a knack for poetry. In fact, two of the poems I've written were conceived as short fictional works, but became poems instead. I suppose it's time to let them fly into the harsh land of literary criticism where they'll either be eaten alive or soar gracefully.
Of course, that's not all I've done this summer. I've failed at getting a job, beaten several video games, visited about half of the known internet, gotten much better at bass, smoked a lot, read several books, learned new tricks, had my existential crisis, and hopefully come out better for it.
Despite these things, by summer has also been insufferably boring, but dwelling on misery is very rarely constructive. Here's hoping this next week flies by.
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Now playing: The Smiths - How Soon Is Now
via FoxyTunes
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