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May. 22nd, 2003 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaI did an exercise where I wrote the first 250 words of projects I want to start. I still want to finish the excerpt for my novel.
I had thought of pimping favorite songs via songfics. Hey, why not? I'm not so obsessed about favorite songs being themes for characters and situations that I would pout if someone else used them. Really, the more love there is for my favorite music, the better it is.
I had this weird dream involving feeling unclean and diseased, so I mainly had this liquid diet except for dinner. If I give any detail about it here, it would just be too much information.
I thought about how frustrated I get when I forget stuff, how I missed dumb mistakes in my writing, and it seems that the rest of the world doesn't have to write down reminders to answer e-mail (I didn't, and thus, I missed someone days ago) or check over writings five times rather than the three everyone else seems to do. Maybe that's why my grades were so mediocre, I didn't want to do that. It somehow didn't seem fair. Nor is it fair that I have to plot ways to save money to travel when others can get up and go (mind you, not too many people I know), or that I got sidetracked from a plan to have a job that I like and uses my degree. Maybe I should have gone with an English degree, but it's going to sound weird, it seemed like I wouldn't learn much. Just write lots of papers on lots of books.
My youngest sister freaked out about the report of the bomb in Yale Law. I scratched my head, wondering what was the purpose. "That's for failing me in probate law! [Insert rallying cry here]!!"
I had thought of pimping favorite songs via songfics. Hey, why not? I'm not so obsessed about favorite songs being themes for characters and situations that I would pout if someone else used them. Really, the more love there is for my favorite music, the better it is.
I had this weird dream involving feeling unclean and diseased, so I mainly had this liquid diet except for dinner. If I give any detail about it here, it would just be too much information.
I thought about how frustrated I get when I forget stuff, how I missed dumb mistakes in my writing, and it seems that the rest of the world doesn't have to write down reminders to answer e-mail (I didn't, and thus, I missed someone days ago) or check over writings five times rather than the three everyone else seems to do. Maybe that's why my grades were so mediocre, I didn't want to do that. It somehow didn't seem fair. Nor is it fair that I have to plot ways to save money to travel when others can get up and go (mind you, not too many people I know), or that I got sidetracked from a plan to have a job that I like and uses my degree. Maybe I should have gone with an English degree, but it's going to sound weird, it seemed like I wouldn't learn much. Just write lots of papers on lots of books.
My youngest sister freaked out about the report of the bomb in Yale Law. I scratched my head, wondering what was the purpose. "That's for failing me in probate law! [Insert rallying cry here]!!"
