Yes, I was there earlier this week.
good god, my classes are so boring this semester.
is it time for graduation yet?
Song of Susannah
I think it’s possible that I might love Song of Susannah more than I loved The Wastelands or the Drawing of the Three.
And that says a lot.
Because Blaine the Mono was the shitttt.
“…You’ll write many stories, but every one will be to some greater or lesser degree about this story. Do you understand?”
“Yar,” King said, and he sounded so much like Roland when Roland was gruff and tried that Eddie’s back pricked up in gooseflesh again. “Because what’s seen can’t be unseen. What’s known can’t be unknown.” He paused. “Save perhaps in death.”
Commale, Come, Call..
“I don’t like the New Ages… the crystal-wavers…all the it-don’t-matter, turn-the-pagers…but they call it channeling, and that’s…how it feels…like something in a channel…”
“Or on a beam?” Roland asked.
“All things serve the Beam,” the writer said, and sighed. The sound was terrible in its sadness. Eddie felt his back prickle up in helpless waves of gooseflesh.
It amuses me that people think journalistic writing is so easy.
I think I just read the absolute worst “article” ever.. The person is an English/ Professional Writing major and also an intern for our college newspaper. Now, granted, she’s trying. She’s actually writing something for the paper instead of nothing at all.
But, damn.
There are some pretty big differences between journalism and a personal essay. One of which being the tense. Another being the objectivity.
It just reminded me of editing my ex-boyfriend’s English papers back when we were sophomores.
A friend of mine recently broke up with her long term boyfriend. She said while he was at work, she packed up her stuff and moved out. Once he came home, figured out what was going on… he never even called..or texted.
What the fuck?
She’s like I think I made the right choice.
I think you did too.
I couldn’t imagine me packing all of my shit and Chris not calling or texting me, mad as hell.
Situations like the one described above make me realize how lucky I am to have found a man like Chris. You know and I’m not the type to be like, “Oh, my boyfriend,” etc. I think just every so often.. it’s nice to appreciate what you have.
I Am Too Old for College
Yup.
I feel too old when I search UNCW on tumblr.
It is high time for me to graduate.
how i feel at 1:35 a.m. on 12/30
I’m really dissatisfied with the amount of weight i’ve gained since beginning birth control. it’s been only two months but i am feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the extra weight around my midsection. so i’m calling the doctor… tomorrow.
also, must you post consistent nice things for people to stay friends with you on facebook? seriously. i’m not sure how i ended up being friends with half the people i went to high school with but when i notice they’ve unfriended me, i typically attribute it to my extremely voiced opinions. not that it matters but it seems you have to be fake, happy and consistently nice on facebook to keep your fake facebook friends ha.
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Mine?
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