Whenever I pull an all-nighter to finish an essay, I always get a halfway decent draft of a poem out of it.

So last night I had a dream that Jane Lynch, who plays the villainous cheerleading coach on Glee, was my high school poetry teacher. She was perfectly in-character, and quite possibly even wearing the track suit. She was mean to everybody, and wrote 3-page papers deriding each and every one of our poems. The only particular insult I can recall is ( Read more... )

So last semester I took a 300-level poetry writing course. It was probably the best class I ever took, and it made me decide I wanted to go to grad school for poetry. Since I already took the highest-level poetry class offered at my college, I decided to step down to a 200-level for my last semester here. Just to keep in shape, you know? Workshops ( Read more... )

So I have a bit of a dilemma. I won a twenty-five dollar gift certificate to Best Buy, because I filled out a survery for the college in, like, September. It was quite the pleasant surprise ( Read more... )

Alright, just venting ( Read more... )

Alright, so crazy sexual misadventures aside, how is my life going, you ask ( Read more... )

I wrote this story for my fiction class that I really, really didn't feel good about. I went into class simply dreading the workshop. And, for the most part, it was a standard workshop. People made the mandatory innocuous compliments, and then pointed out a few glaring mistakes I already knew I made and had already put myself on the rack for.

And ( Read more... )

Okay, so, my computer is finally back, and I have access to the internet once again. Hurrah ( Read more... )

Ah... I was just looking over my last journal entry. I was so young then, so full of optomism ( Read more... )

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