Chucked Out!

So classes began yesterday, and today I was kicked out of the graduate seminar that I've been super excited for ever since last year. Apparently, the creative writing department frowns on undergrad students taking classes with graduate students who also happen to be that student's teacher during the upcoming school year. It was a giant mess, and I'm more than a little disappointed - that 607 class was my ticket to highest education, man! - but everything else seems awesome so far, which is spectacular.

Otherwise, I'm failing at updating this thing every day. I have no defense, aside from most of the time what I've got to say isn't worthy of recording. Also, the first week of school each year, in general, tends to leave me feeling rather pessimistic and hopeless. It's a malady that usually subsides by week three, but until then I don't feel like spreading what I've got. Stay away, patient readers, and take heed: playful spooks will materialize only if you remain safely seated with your hands and arms inside your doombuggy at all times.

Okay, that last bit I stole from the Haunted Mansion. Sue me, or a ghost will follow you home!




Alright, that too.

Mwahaha

I just re-discovered phone-to-blog! Posting daily has never been easier! Loophole!

Failure! Already!

So I realized last night when I signed in to my blog at two am that I'd already let a day go by without posting (even though, in my opinion - and as long as you haven't already fallen asleep - two am on Friday should always count as really late on Thursday). I even had this funny plan to just copy and paste a blog post from My New Zealand Thing and headline it as "On This Day In History...," because I actually did post an entry last year on September 24th. Genius, no?

But whatever. Nobody's perfect... except for usually I am.

I spent the morning working on a story at Cafe Roma, which I can already tell is turning into some kind of sick tradition. If I'm gonna torture myself daily, though, it might as well be at a really good coffee shop, right?

Then I bought course books at the Duckstore... all two of them for Fall Term. That's right, folks, a total of TWO MEASLY BOOKS are assigned for all FIVE CLASSES I'm enrolled in. I don't think I need to let you know that as an English/Journalism major who's also interested in Creative Writing, I usually end up schlepping more than my fair share. What's the deal, here? Should I feel gypped? [also: did anyone know that 'gypped' is the proper way to spell 'gypped'? I had my suspicions, but was also rooting strongly for 'jipped' until I looked it up. I guess the whole derivation of the word as a negative connotation with Gypsies really comes into play here.]

Oh, that's right, THIS is the deal: I only need two books because I'm gonna spend so much freaking time writing! Senior year apparently means you're beyond the point of reading other people's crap and have reached the threshold of needing to produce your own. Terrifying...

Clarity (specifically, a particular moment therein)

After my panic of a post yesterday, I decided it actually isn't too unrealistic to establish some goals for myself this year. Maybe we can all just think of it as a nine-month-long version of Lent, except for I'm actually doing it to better myself and not just make chocolate bunnies on Easter taste really good. And I'm kind of setting these mandates myself, as opposed to following the fancies of some guy who lived 2,000+ years ago and is sending me to hell anyway.

That all being said, my updating this blog DAILY is one such resolution. That's right, folks, DAILY.

Of course, at some point - and in the throes of laziness - I'll probably just post a hyperlink to some dumb LOST article or another... but not all the time! So check back soon! Check back often! Watch me crash and burn! Say, "Wheeeee!" with me!


All: "WHEEEEEEE!"

The First Day of the Rest of My Life

Forget. Disneyland. That was, like, a month ago!



I'm a Senior now!



And it's going to be fun! And I'm going to write a lot! And exercise. And boost my GPA. And update my blog regularly? And think seriously about my future...?

Wow. I gots a lots of shit to get done. Maybe I should update my blog less. And maybe not think so much about the future... that word's scary. And maybe I can exercise and write on, like, an alternating daily basis. I'll write on even days, and exercise on odds! Except during weekends. Weekends don't work. And neither do Thursday nights, usually. And some Wednesdays. Maybe I'll just stick with what I've been doing. It's seemed to work pretty well, so far.

Except I'm a Senior!



And I can't just sit idly by while a future that promises to disappoint sneaks up. I gots to get goin'! I want Success! And riches! And power. And minimal responsibility. And lots of vacation time? And a summer cabin...?

"Mysteries of the Universe" - Part 3!