jekyllandhyde

Man, I can't tell you how ready I am for school to be over with. I have one more semester after this one, then a semester's break, then off to grad school, hopefully at Washington University in Seattle or the University of Texas at Austin. Somewhere far away from Indiana.... I have some friends who know the dean of the graduate program at Washington, and they've put in a word for me with him. He said he'd pass me along to the head of the creative writing department and maybe set up a meeting or something. I also just recently discovered that these friends of mine are rather large donors to the university. Sometimes it's all about who you know, and I've never known anyone with inside ties like this, so it's kind of cool.

Work, class, write, drink... that's pretty much all I've done this semester. Fortunately, drinking often helps the writing, which sometimes helps the class thing... but doesn't have any effect on work (well, not a good effect, at least). I keep telling myself that I'll be able to be more interesting once I get into grad school and can actually focus on writing and what I want to do instead of being under constant pressure and time constraints to finish up menial work for my numerous menial classes. Seriously, it feels like every minute of every day has been used to furiously complete assignments for class. I've become a static character, as my writing professors would say. I need to find some way to change that.

Oh, and to the asshole who keeps leaving his dirty clothes in the hallway not ten feet from my door, I swear to God I will burn any items I see from now on.

Random thought of the day (I'm in too much of a hurry to come up with one of my own like I usually do, so I'll just steal one from The Daily Show's : America: The Book): "If con is the opposite of pro, then isn't Congress the opposite of progress? Or did we just blow your fucking mind?!"