I finished the 7th and final Harry Potter book last night. At the beginning of August I had only read books 1,2, 3 and half of book 4, so at the beginning of August I started re-reading the books from the beginning (well I read a summary of the 1st :-P ), and read them up through book 7. I am seriously impressed with JK Rowling. The last book was very impressive, and I won't spoil it for anyone who might read it, but I was very happy with the ending. Someday I will introduce my children to those books and I hope they have as much fun as I have had with them.
I move in to my room tomorrow in RI. I will take some pictures.
Sometimes I want to do really creative updates in here on a daily basis, but will anyone read them? Or does that even matter?
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I'd like to talk to you about a few things
My nose is so itchy this morning. My allergies are killing me. I'm drinking my coffee right now and listening to Damien Rice, and I am thinking about one of the books I have to read for one of my classes. Dubliners by James Joyce. I read it before in a British novel class (even though James Joyce is Irish). Anyhow, I was thinking as I am listening to Damien Rice: wow, Joyce would be so happy to see the things Dublin (or Ireland) has produced artistically since he's written Dubliners. Even Dublniners itself is a part of that. It's amazing isn't it? How cities can go through cultural waves.
When I went to aunt's on Monday with my grandmother when I was in Rhode Island trying to find a second job/buying textbooks, my grandmother told me all about her Catholic school experiene. I can't believe how different her experience was compared to my Catholic school experience. I know people have heard the same old stories of nuns hitting the kids, but it was a lot more than just that. My grandmother (my Nana from Hyde Park) went to Most Precious Blood school in downtown Hyde Park. She weighed about 30 pounds as a 1st and 2nd grader. And she said the nuns who ran the school were the most evil, unhappy people she has ever met, to this day. Unhappy is the better word. They were all Irish-Catholics, and in the 1940s when my grandmother was going to school, the Irish and Italian Catholic families had this notion that they wanted one Priest and one nun per family (immediate). So my grandmother concluded that most of these nuns were probably forced into the convent by their fathers. I'd be fairly unhappy all my life too if I was forced into the convent, and forced to give up any chance of a normal life, of a husband, children, being able to read what I wanted to read, when I wanted to read it, of being able to do what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. So the only place these nuns had to take out their anger and unhappiness was on the poor children they were forced to teach as a part of their service to the church.
So everyday my grandmother would be terrified to go to school. Absolutely terrified. So scared that even if she were violently ill, she would plea with her mother to let her go to school, because she would be afraid that if she missed a day, the nuns would bring her to the front of the classroom and hit her in front of everyone when she returned to school. If she or one of the students dropped a pencil onto the floor, the nun would come over to the desk and whack their hand. On one occasion a nun brought a student to the front of the classroom, pulled her pants down and smacked her in front of the entire class for something completely trivial and silly. On another occasion in the school yard, a nun randomly walked up to my grandmother and slapped her as hard as she could right across her face. She found out that this was because the nun heard someone talking, and she assumed it was my grandmother, so she walked up to her and smacked her.
My grandmother only spent two years there before she was removed and sent to a public school. When she went there she said it was such a relief that she loved school with a passion. She wanted to go every single day because it was so much better than being in the hell that was that Catholic school. It's sad, really, because parents would know what was going on at that school, and no one would say anything, because speaking out about a nun or a priest or a Catholic institution would be the equivalent of speaking out against God. It would be like renouncing Jesus in your life.
So how did the Catholics school change so drastically from then until now? I had one of the best times of my life at St. Anne's when I was growing up, the same age as my grandmother. And I would send my children to Catholic schools for elementary school assuming I had the money, because that's where I learned all my grammar, and I am 99.9999% sure that Catholic schooling is what formed me into an English major, and I love it. So what caused the drastic change?
When I was at Providence College, it was the exact opposite of what my grandmother explained to me. Instead, the nuns and priests were the most amazing people on the campus. They were the most knowledable, and they were the kindest, sweetest, most soft spoken, and most open minded people on the campus. I could talk to them about anything, and they were always willing to accept questions like, "Why Catholicism?" It was the lay people who were out of their freakin' minds there, and that's part of why I left. Take a more specific look at Dr. Esolen, an English professor there. But then look at Sister Straub, my anthropology teacher. She was wonederful. Perhaps now the nuns and priests that go into the convent aren't forced to anymore by their families, so they are just happier people? I dunno.
Well, I suppose I should go. I have about 250 pages left of the final Harry Potter book, and I really, really want to finish it. It's such a good book. I've heard that Rowling does not want to write another Harry Potter book, but I hope that one day she writes just one more. And I want it to be when my children are 11 or 12 years old, the same age I was when I read the first Harry Potter book (in 6th grade. Unbelievable). I was in Hyde Park when that first book came out. Unbelievable. I think my grandmother introduced me to Harry Potter, actually. I want to introduce my kids to Harry Potter some day when a new one comes out.
When I went to aunt's on Monday with my grandmother when I was in Rhode Island trying to find a second job/buying textbooks, my grandmother told me all about her Catholic school experiene. I can't believe how different her experience was compared to my Catholic school experience. I know people have heard the same old stories of nuns hitting the kids, but it was a lot more than just that. My grandmother (my Nana from Hyde Park) went to Most Precious Blood school in downtown Hyde Park. She weighed about 30 pounds as a 1st and 2nd grader. And she said the nuns who ran the school were the most evil, unhappy people she has ever met, to this day. Unhappy is the better word. They were all Irish-Catholics, and in the 1940s when my grandmother was going to school, the Irish and Italian Catholic families had this notion that they wanted one Priest and one nun per family (immediate). So my grandmother concluded that most of these nuns were probably forced into the convent by their fathers. I'd be fairly unhappy all my life too if I was forced into the convent, and forced to give up any chance of a normal life, of a husband, children, being able to read what I wanted to read, when I wanted to read it, of being able to do what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. So the only place these nuns had to take out their anger and unhappiness was on the poor children they were forced to teach as a part of their service to the church.
So everyday my grandmother would be terrified to go to school. Absolutely terrified. So scared that even if she were violently ill, she would plea with her mother to let her go to school, because she would be afraid that if she missed a day, the nuns would bring her to the front of the classroom and hit her in front of everyone when she returned to school. If she or one of the students dropped a pencil onto the floor, the nun would come over to the desk and whack their hand. On one occasion a nun brought a student to the front of the classroom, pulled her pants down and smacked her in front of the entire class for something completely trivial and silly. On another occasion in the school yard, a nun randomly walked up to my grandmother and slapped her as hard as she could right across her face. She found out that this was because the nun heard someone talking, and she assumed it was my grandmother, so she walked up to her and smacked her.
My grandmother only spent two years there before she was removed and sent to a public school. When she went there she said it was such a relief that she loved school with a passion. She wanted to go every single day because it was so much better than being in the hell that was that Catholic school. It's sad, really, because parents would know what was going on at that school, and no one would say anything, because speaking out about a nun or a priest or a Catholic institution would be the equivalent of speaking out against God. It would be like renouncing Jesus in your life.
So how did the Catholics school change so drastically from then until now? I had one of the best times of my life at St. Anne's when I was growing up, the same age as my grandmother. And I would send my children to Catholic schools for elementary school assuming I had the money, because that's where I learned all my grammar, and I am 99.9999% sure that Catholic schooling is what formed me into an English major, and I love it. So what caused the drastic change?
When I was at Providence College, it was the exact opposite of what my grandmother explained to me. Instead, the nuns and priests were the most amazing people on the campus. They were the most knowledable, and they were the kindest, sweetest, most soft spoken, and most open minded people on the campus. I could talk to them about anything, and they were always willing to accept questions like, "Why Catholicism?" It was the lay people who were out of their freakin' minds there, and that's part of why I left. Take a more specific look at Dr. Esolen, an English professor there. But then look at Sister Straub, my anthropology teacher. She was wonederful. Perhaps now the nuns and priests that go into the convent aren't forced to anymore by their families, so they are just happier people? I dunno.
Well, I suppose I should go. I have about 250 pages left of the final Harry Potter book, and I really, really want to finish it. It's such a good book. I've heard that Rowling does not want to write another Harry Potter book, but I hope that one day she writes just one more. And I want it to be when my children are 11 or 12 years old, the same age I was when I read the first Harry Potter book (in 6th grade. Unbelievable). I was in Hyde Park when that first book came out. Unbelievable. I think my grandmother introduced me to Harry Potter, actually. I want to introduce my kids to Harry Potter some day when a new one comes out.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Books
Hi. I updated my journal layout a bit. I hope you like it, because I like it.
I bought my textbooks yesterday while I was finding another job, and I have 'bout 30 novels to read this semester, plus 3 anthologies for my Medieval Literature class. I don't have to read every page in all of the anthologies I would imagine. That would be a lot of reading. But still! It's a lot. But I chose to be an English major, so I cannot complain. Plus the novels DO look really amazingly good. I am a bit excited about it, I cannot lie to you. There's my inner nerd coming out. I think my Russian literature class (which is actually a comparative literature studies class) will be my favorite class, but we'll have to see how it works out. I'm excited.
I bought my textbooks yesterday while I was finding another job, and I have 'bout 30 novels to read this semester, plus 3 anthologies for my Medieval Literature class. I don't have to read every page in all of the anthologies I would imagine. That would be a lot of reading. But still! It's a lot. But I chose to be an English major, so I cannot complain. Plus the novels DO look really amazingly good. I am a bit excited about it, I cannot lie to you. There's my inner nerd coming out. I think my Russian literature class (which is actually a comparative literature studies class) will be my favorite class, but we'll have to see how it works out. I'm excited.
Summer survey, cuz I haven't done one in a while, and I was gonna read, but I got distracted
END OF THE SUMMER SURVEY
Random Questions About Your Summer:
1. How did your summer start off?
It started off in a liberating state. The miserable part had left, and I felt liberated, and I took that feeling and ran with it, perhaps even a little too far as I unfortunately had to find out. It started off pretty darn well considering what I had to do.
2. How many times have you gone to the beach?
A few. Not as many as I would have liked.
3. Did you go camping?
Yes, in Maine (Dover Foxcroft). It was a lot of fun, and I got a lot of reading done. I like being in the woods.
4. Did something or someone make you cry?
Yes. Someone and somethings.
5. Was there any drama of any sort?
Yes, drama with someone who I thought was a friend. But as it turns out, he isn't.
6.Did you get tan?
A little bit.
7. Did you lose people that meant a lot to you?
No.
8. Did you drink or smoke?
I drank a little, and I smoked that time before my Latin final, but summer hadn't "officially" started by then.
9. Did you do something you weren't supposed to do?
Probably, although I can't think of anything specific.
10. Was this summer better than last summer?
In some ways it was better, in some ways it wasn't better. Last summer was a pretty fun summer, but this summer was a much more constructive summer for me personally.
Now We're Getting To The Juicy Stuff:
1. How many people have you kissed this summer?
None.
2. Did you hook up with someone and never talked to them again?
No.
3. Did you make drunk phone calls?
No.
4. Did you ever sneak out to see a someone?
Last summer, yes, but this summer, no. But it wasn't a "special someone." It was just a person.
5. Did you kiss someone of the same sex?
No.
7. Did you have to get over someone?
Yes.
8. Did you believe something someone told you even though you knew it wasn't true?
That's an odd question. If I knew something wasn't true, why would I believe it if someone told me that it was true? Strange question. So I guess the answer is no.
9. Did you fall in love?
Yes. With cycling and Harry Potter.
10. Did you meet someone that put you in amazement?
Is "put you in amazement" a real phrase? Anyways, yes, someone who amazed me in a bad way.
Final Questions:
1. Do you wish the summer didn't end?
No, I want to get on with the school year. There are a lot of things I want to continue accomplishing. School work, personal things, acheivements in the gym, different things with my yoga practice, etc.
2. Did anything memorable happen? If so, what?
Yes. I found myself again.
3. What was the worst point of the summer?
Stress about paying for school.
4. Did you go out a lot?
Not really. I specifically didn't want to this summer, because I had other things I needed/wanted to accomplish, and I did accomplish those things, so it's a very good pay off.
5. Are there some things you wish you could take back?
No.
6. What's the weirdest thing that has happened this summer?
Being attacked by an owl at 11:00 at night in Maine while we were camping. We were sitting around the fire, all still and quiet (me, my mom, my sister Ally), and all of a sudden, from the trees, a big, huge gray owl swooped down from the trees towards my head from behind me, came within 6-12 inches from my face, so I jumped up and screamed "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" and it flew away back up into the trees. It's wingspan was about 8ft, no joke. It was absolutely enormous, and made the loudest noise. It was amazing. I have no idea why it decided to attack my face.
8. Who during the summer made you appreciate life?
I made myself appreciate life this summer.
9. Were you one of those people that told people you should hang out this summer?
If I think I am reading this question correctly, then yes, I was one of the people WHO (not that) told people that we should hang out this summer.
10. Summarize the summer in 3 words:
I found myself.
Random Questions About Your Summer:
1. How did your summer start off?
It started off in a liberating state. The miserable part had left, and I felt liberated, and I took that feeling and ran with it, perhaps even a little too far as I unfortunately had to find out. It started off pretty darn well considering what I had to do.
2. How many times have you gone to the beach?
A few. Not as many as I would have liked.
3. Did you go camping?
Yes, in Maine (Dover Foxcroft). It was a lot of fun, and I got a lot of reading done. I like being in the woods.
4. Did something or someone make you cry?
Yes. Someone and somethings.
5. Was there any drama of any sort?
Yes, drama with someone who I thought was a friend. But as it turns out, he isn't.
6.Did you get tan?
A little bit.
7. Did you lose people that meant a lot to you?
No.
8. Did you drink or smoke?
I drank a little, and I smoked that time before my Latin final, but summer hadn't "officially" started by then.
9. Did you do something you weren't supposed to do?
Probably, although I can't think of anything specific.
10. Was this summer better than last summer?
In some ways it was better, in some ways it wasn't better. Last summer was a pretty fun summer, but this summer was a much more constructive summer for me personally.
Now We're Getting To The Juicy Stuff:
1. How many people have you kissed this summer?
None.
2. Did you hook up with someone and never talked to them again?
No.
3. Did you make drunk phone calls?
No.
4. Did you ever sneak out to see a someone?
Last summer, yes, but this summer, no. But it wasn't a "special someone." It was just a person.
5. Did you kiss someone of the same sex?
No.
7. Did you have to get over someone?
Yes.
8. Did you believe something someone told you even though you knew it wasn't true?
That's an odd question. If I knew something wasn't true, why would I believe it if someone told me that it was true? Strange question. So I guess the answer is no.
9. Did you fall in love?
Yes. With cycling and Harry Potter.
10. Did you meet someone that put you in amazement?
Is "put you in amazement" a real phrase? Anyways, yes, someone who amazed me in a bad way.
Final Questions:
1. Do you wish the summer didn't end?
No, I want to get on with the school year. There are a lot of things I want to continue accomplishing. School work, personal things, acheivements in the gym, different things with my yoga practice, etc.
2. Did anything memorable happen? If so, what?
Yes. I found myself again.
3. What was the worst point of the summer?
Stress about paying for school.
4. Did you go out a lot?
Not really. I specifically didn't want to this summer, because I had other things I needed/wanted to accomplish, and I did accomplish those things, so it's a very good pay off.
5. Are there some things you wish you could take back?
No.
6. What's the weirdest thing that has happened this summer?
Being attacked by an owl at 11:00 at night in Maine while we were camping. We were sitting around the fire, all still and quiet (me, my mom, my sister Ally), and all of a sudden, from the trees, a big, huge gray owl swooped down from the trees towards my head from behind me, came within 6-12 inches from my face, so I jumped up and screamed "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" and it flew away back up into the trees. It's wingspan was about 8ft, no joke. It was absolutely enormous, and made the loudest noise. It was amazing. I have no idea why it decided to attack my face.
8. Who during the summer made you appreciate life?
I made myself appreciate life this summer.
9. Were you one of those people that told people you should hang out this summer?
If I think I am reading this question correctly, then yes, I was one of the people WHO (not that) told people that we should hang out this summer.
10. Summarize the summer in 3 words:
I found myself.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Books and college drinking, and hangovers, and I am getting a little too old for this shit
I went to my Grandmother's (my nana's in Hyde Park) today with Allyson for some sunday dinner. It was, however, a little less pleasant than I wanted it to be because I was rather ill. It felt like I had a second heartbeat in my head, and I was throwing up until about 2 in the afternoon. Around 2 I took a snooze in my grandmother's room, and then I woke up around 3 feeling much, much better, so then I was thankfully able to eat her awesome, awesome food. But yea, I was foolish. I drank at my neighbor's last night with my parents, and I only had three beers and a vodka and tonic (that had about 1-2 shots worth of vodka in it) and I got SMASHED. Totally smashed. And not only did I get very drunk from such a small amount of alcohol, but the hangover SUCKED. And alas, this was all because yesterday I didn't eat anything really, and I didn't drink anything but coffee, so when I went to my neighbor's I was totally dehydrated. So when I woke up this morning, it felt like my head was going to EXPLODE. And I was vomitting. Lots. Don't you love that though? Those college days, when you wake up in the morning with that second heartbeat in your head cuz you were out drinking the night before, and you drank way too much, so when you wake up not only do you have a massive headache, but your whole torso is telling you, "YOU NEED TO VOMIT. NOW." So you go into the bathroom, tumble down onto your knees, still drunk from the night before, by the way. Definitely still drunk. And you are already familiar with every spot, crack and word printed on the toilet because you've done this routine so many times before. You already have your stash of hair elastics ready so you don't get vomit in your hair, even though every time you put your hair back into a ponytail or bun when vomitting, you still manage to get vomit in your hair anyways, so you have to ask yourself what's the point. So you stare at the word on the toilet. My word is "Standard." Is that on every toilet? I've seen it on the toilets at Providence College too, because I am quite familiar with having to stare at those toilets in the morning. So you stare into the toilet bowl, your torso heaving upwards, and you vomit. And if you were dumb like I was last night, you didn't have much of anything in your stomach, so nothing is going to come up. It's just dry heaves or bile. Pleasant isn't it? Then you say every time you do this toilet routine, "ohhh I am never drinking AGAIN. EVER. How could I not have remembered this from last time I drank way too much? I never want to taste alcohol again." So then you manage to pull yourself up, you wash your mouth out, or if you are waaaaay too hungover, you just grab a bottle of water and go back to bed, but you are very hesitant to drink from that bottle even though it might help your headache (the dehydration) because you know that anything you put into your stomach is going to come right back up anyways, but then you think that if the headache went away, the nausea might feel a little better, but you can't drink or eat anything to help the headache go away because the nausea is forcing everything in your stomach to come OUT. It's a mean cycle. So you lie in bed in that one position that is most comfortable for your stomach so you won't have the urge to vomit again in 3 minutes. But you know you will vomit again in about 30 anyways. So you lie there, angry, jealous at the people you can hear outside running or walking easily without having to vomit every three steps, and you say, "why the fuck do I do this to myself? Do I have an alcohol problem?" But your head hurts too much to think, so you close your eyes, so you fall asleep, blanket resting on top of you, and forget about this potential "problem" until the next time youre lying on your back in bed, sick with the worst hangover of your entire life.
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Sometimes, though, when I am smart and drink enough water the day before I go out drinking, I don't get that evil hangover as described above. But very often that's my morning routine after a night of heavy drinking. Do I drink too much when I do decide to drink? I don't know. Probably. If I drink with dinner I won't drink too much, because I won't want to because I enjoy the food, but if I go out to a bar or to someone's house specifically to get drunk, I don't just get drunk. I get trashed. I don't even realize how or why. I think I just feel happy from the alcohol, so I keep getting another drink, and another, hoping that that happiness won't leave if I start drinking water instead of alcohol. But I know, however, that that isn't the case. I can be pleasantly drunk and be as happy as if I am trashed, and then I don't end up with the hangover in the morning. I know this, because last year when I was drinking with the exhange students this is what I did. Every shot of Aguardiente with Andres, and I would drink a glass of water. And I would still get smashed, but the next morning I wouldn't have a hangover because I was smart about it. So why do I insist that that happy drunk feeling will go away if I drink water? I don't know. I'm getting too old for this shit though :-P And I know that when I go back to PC to go out our beloved bars, I have to be smart about my drinking.
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In some other news, I have to go back to Rhode Island tomorrow to apply for a second job. I only have 10 hours a week at Bagelz (long story, but whatever). 6 of those hours are on a Saturday, so I kind of want to ditch that shift and get a job somewhere else for a semester while keeping this job at Bagelz, so I am going to apply at a local independent bookstore tomorrow, and apply at Kingston Pizza I think too since I have experience in that area. I will also buy my textbooks, which I am looking forward to! I love getting new textbooks.
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Sometimes, though, when I am smart and drink enough water the day before I go out drinking, I don't get that evil hangover as described above. But very often that's my morning routine after a night of heavy drinking. Do I drink too much when I do decide to drink? I don't know. Probably. If I drink with dinner I won't drink too much, because I won't want to because I enjoy the food, but if I go out to a bar or to someone's house specifically to get drunk, I don't just get drunk. I get trashed. I don't even realize how or why. I think I just feel happy from the alcohol, so I keep getting another drink, and another, hoping that that happiness won't leave if I start drinking water instead of alcohol. But I know, however, that that isn't the case. I can be pleasantly drunk and be as happy as if I am trashed, and then I don't end up with the hangover in the morning. I know this, because last year when I was drinking with the exhange students this is what I did. Every shot of Aguardiente with Andres, and I would drink a glass of water. And I would still get smashed, but the next morning I wouldn't have a hangover because I was smart about it. So why do I insist that that happy drunk feeling will go away if I drink water? I don't know. I'm getting too old for this shit though :-P And I know that when I go back to PC to go out our beloved bars, I have to be smart about my drinking.
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In some other news, I have to go back to Rhode Island tomorrow to apply for a second job. I only have 10 hours a week at Bagelz (long story, but whatever). 6 of those hours are on a Saturday, so I kind of want to ditch that shift and get a job somewhere else for a semester while keeping this job at Bagelz, so I am going to apply at a local independent bookstore tomorrow, and apply at Kingston Pizza I think too since I have experience in that area. I will also buy my textbooks, which I am looking forward to! I love getting new textbooks.
Friday, August 24, 2007
ack
I'm kind of upset about something. I don't know. I kind of don't want to post about it here. Maybe I will at some point. Aaaack I don't know.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
A missing bee
I got new clothes tonight. They're really cool. I like them.
I've noticed that it's amazing how if you don't workout for like only a week, how quickly you lose muscle mass and progress you've been making. It's crazy. I didn't workout for the week I was in Maine, and I lost stamina and muscle mass so fast. I didn't lose all the stamina and muscle mass I've gained over the summer, but it did set me back a bit. It's crazy, cuz then it takes a few more weeks to get it back. Aye dios mio.
There was a huge bee in my room today. The kind that stings. Yellow jacket I think. Anyways, it was fucking HUGE. HUGE! SO big. It was the biggest bee I have ever seen. It looked like it was dying, and it flew by me, and I freaked out, so I ran out of the room to get something to kill it, and I came back, and it was gone. GONE. I DONT KNOW WHERE IT WENT. So now I have to sleep in this room with a mysterious missing bee somewhere in here. A huge mysterious missing bee too. Not just a regular bee. A big fucking bee.
This entry was kind of pointless. I'm kind of craving chicken. I want some bluemoon beer with oranges and some grilled chicken right now.
I've noticed that it's amazing how if you don't workout for like only a week, how quickly you lose muscle mass and progress you've been making. It's crazy. I didn't workout for the week I was in Maine, and I lost stamina and muscle mass so fast. I didn't lose all the stamina and muscle mass I've gained over the summer, but it did set me back a bit. It's crazy, cuz then it takes a few more weeks to get it back. Aye dios mio.
There was a huge bee in my room today. The kind that stings. Yellow jacket I think. Anyways, it was fucking HUGE. HUGE! SO big. It was the biggest bee I have ever seen. It looked like it was dying, and it flew by me, and I freaked out, so I ran out of the room to get something to kill it, and I came back, and it was gone. GONE. I DONT KNOW WHERE IT WENT. So now I have to sleep in this room with a mysterious missing bee somewhere in here. A huge mysterious missing bee too. Not just a regular bee. A big fucking bee.
This entry was kind of pointless. I'm kind of craving chicken. I want some bluemoon beer with oranges and some grilled chicken right now.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Unless someone like you cares a whole lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
I've been neglecting my journal lately, mostly because I haven't had the urge to write anything. And that was because in the past month I have tried to get back to writing my poetry, and it has been frustrating. Well, it's been beyond frustrating actually. A few days ago I got so angry that I took my notebook and threw it across my bedroom and I stormed out of the room. Up until this week I hadn't written anything at all significant (poetry-wise) since high school. Since my senior year in high school. I'm not sure why exactly, although I bet I could guess. My freshmen year at Providence College I did write a rough copy of a poem, but that was all that I had written in 2 whole years. And since I stopped writing, it felt like I would never get that impulse to write again, and I got frustrated. Because one cannot just sit down and write a poem whenever one feels like it. There has to be that poem fairy that comes and visits you and says, "now is the time to write, so get going and drop whatever it is you're doing." Well I was afraid that since I had stopped for two years, that poetry fairy decided to stop visiting me, because whenever I got an idea for a poem, I couldn't go any further than that idea. My brain just stopped at the idea. So I had a notebook full of ideas, but no poems. But this week I finally, finally FINALLY wrote a fucking poem wtih the ideas I've been collecting for the past couple of months. And I am going to post it on my myspace. There are two actually, but one is only halfway done because it's rather long. The first is called "Morning Kitchen Floor." The second one, which isn't done yet, is called "Throwing Clothes." You can read them at http://www.myspace.com/meschwitz I will be using myspace now as a place to post the poems I write.
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In other news, not much has been going on. I quit Papa Gino's, and I will be starting classes at URI on Sept 6. I am taking Foundations of Gay and Lesbian Literature (yea yea whatevs. It's good authors in the class), Medieval Literature, Introduction to Film, Women's Studies, and Masterpieces of Russian Literature. Yay.
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In other news, not much has been going on. I quit Papa Gino's, and I will be starting classes at URI on Sept 6. I am taking Foundations of Gay and Lesbian Literature (yea yea whatevs. It's good authors in the class), Medieval Literature, Introduction to Film, Women's Studies, and Masterpieces of Russian Literature. Yay.
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