Writing thing last night. I didn't like what I was pumping out, but that's to be expected sometimes. More and more I want to graduate. If I had registered in poetry earlier, this would be my last year, but I"ll to complete one more course in fall 2005. Meh. Sometimes I feel we're expected to take the degree a little too seriously, so seriously, in fact, that we all forget the real reasons why we went in the first place. I went so I could get a degree and not write essays, though I am doing a minor where I'm writing feature assignments, which bane my existence when I'm writing them. My brain isn't structured enough for what's to be expected out of that. I won't have to write one for awhile though.
Mostly, I want to work in a small motel, free room and board, and a place to shoo away the chickens.
Let's walk through an olive grove together. In Italy.
Posted by: Joy at July 14, 2004 4:50 PMI'll bring the urga.
Posted by: matt at July 14, 2004 6:25 PMFor when we decide to be *special* with one another.
Posted by: matt at July 14, 2004 6:26 PM