necrosis

There's a storm a'brewin' inside my head, but outside has never looked clearer.

I went in for a meeting with the tutor for my short story course today, and got back my first short story. It had one measly correction on it, and according to him I got one of the highest marks in the entire course. He told me I have genuine promise as a writer, and I felt some genuine pride when he said so. Everything feels so right this semester - I feel like I'm really progressing with my writing and opening myself up further to sound recording thanks to my elective. I've recorded countless bands/projects/whatever over the years and thought I knew what I was doing, but looking at it in hindsight I was pretty much working in the dark. It's been good to learn more about something that'll contribute to my extracurricular interests, if nothing more.

Still, uni has got me by the balls right now. I go to class, work on assignments and review the materials outside of class, and when I get home I wanna do nothing more than collapse onto the couch, turn my brain off and watch TV. I need to get drunk, but not simply drunk, I need to write myself off and have one of those can't-walk-and-vomit-up-shitty-Valley-food-into-my-toilet-and-then-fall-out-of-my-bed kinda nights. I'm itching to put the books away and fuck myself up soon, curriculum and funds permitting.

Oh, and thanks to one of my co-contributors dropping out, I'm seeing Judas fuckin' Priest tomorrow night! Hail!

As you were.