Bare with meIm a little buzzedmaybe really buzzed. I was downtown (such as it is in this town) briefly, and now Im back on campus, drinking solo. I had some rumbut I think Im more messed up from the rum dipped cigarillos (I just smoked a whole pack of them).
Pleasant buzz
Earlier tonight I had my first short fiction class of the year. Its filler really, I have all my hours, I just need to finish the thesis (and have enough hours to get my loan money in the meantime). Its taught by one of my old writing buddiesthe lovely Joanna Tweedy Wilmore. Even better, her, I and the rest of the old crew will be meeting up sometime real soon. I miss those guys. I feel fairly centered in their company.
Im the only grad student in this class (big fish in a little pond). The woman I pared (paired?) up with to exchange and and (where did that renegade and come from???) critique stories with, said she was very impressed with my command of words. She said she didnt feel qualified to critique my work (which was very nice of her to say). I assured her that wasnt the case and and (ah!!!) I valued her opinion (which I didits the foolish, arrogant prick who doesnt find some value in audience input). And wouldnt you know it, a part that she didnt quite understand (and a word that she had never heard of) gave me some insight into what I need to change in the piece.
Over the weekend I say...saw the movie CITY OF LOST CHILDRENbecause two people (who dont even know each other) said I had to see this French film. And indeed they were right. Its one of those imagination expanding experiencesand I like my imagination with extra stretch marks and a whole litter of birthed, chimerical critters.
Im having trouble getting brain waves to my fingersso I think Ill stop typing
Pleasant buzz
Earlier tonight I had my first short fiction class of the year. Its filler really, I have all my hours, I just need to finish the thesis (and have enough hours to get my loan money in the meantime). Its taught by one of my old writing buddiesthe lovely Joanna Tweedy Wilmore. Even better, her, I and the rest of the old crew will be meeting up sometime real soon. I miss those guys. I feel fairly centered in their company.
Im the only grad student in this class (big fish in a little pond). The woman I pared (paired?) up with to exchange and and (where did that renegade and come from???) critique stories with, said she was very impressed with my command of words. She said she didnt feel qualified to critique my work (which was very nice of her to say). I assured her that wasnt the case and and (ah!!!) I valued her opinion (which I didits the foolish, arrogant prick who doesnt find some value in audience input). And wouldnt you know it, a part that she didnt quite understand (and a word that she had never heard of) gave me some insight into what I need to change in the piece.
Over the weekend I say...saw the movie CITY OF LOST CHILDRENbecause two people (who dont even know each other) said I had to see this French film. And indeed they were right. Its one of those imagination expanding experiencesand I like my imagination with extra stretch marks and a whole litter of birthed, chimerical critters.
Im having trouble getting brain waves to my fingersso I think Ill stop typing
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ladymaze:
Are you sure? I thought Death was a really cute goth chick... 
ladymaze:
He could also be a rather thin gentleman who SPEAKS IN ALL CAPITALS. 