I woke up at 11:30 am today. That makes me feel like a fresh tart.
School is boring me lately. I'm enjoying the company of the people, but that's about it. The classes are pretty dumb, like a job you don't want to go to. University used to be so much drunken fun. Now it's a perpetual, ungracious pet. I do believe I will be graduating this year! I'll drop my Professional Writing and major in Creative Non-Fiction (which is also called creative non-writing). This is weird to me, as I don't really plan a career in magazine writing. Oh god. Oh god. Something I'll never do, which is a critique in a way of the PW minor. Most people want to learn how to write non-fiction, which is what we do, but we basically only learn how to write features, which, from talking to many of my peers, is something hardly anyone wants to do. So hah. That's what I get for dropping 30k into a fine arts degree. And they wonder why I'm bitter. I'm so fucking bitter I can almost smoke an entire cigarette. Which is gross.
Posted by matty-b at October 26, 2004 1:06 PMThe urge to fuck off for a while and sit on a rock somewhere while I write - without deadlines, and without other "assignments" - has curled up inside the back of my brain. I want to clear a space in my bedroom closet and hide in there where nobody can see me. Or get very drunk.
Posted by: ben at October 26, 2004 5:43 PMI'm left feeling everything has been done. Ugh. Something needs to happen. Maybe a 26 of whiskey this friday, or a magnum of wine. It's time to get wasted and not be at a party.
Posted by: matt at October 27, 2004 4:51 PM