Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Fantastic Day

Today, for the first time, I had it put into my head that I might just be a good writer. Maybe there's something there, after all. I volunteered myself for hours of unpaid letter-writing ( persuasive letters, ya'll--it's creative), and decided that tomorrow I'm going to read Emma...all of it. I'm not worried.

I think I'm giving up the diner down the block for Lent, and for life. It's really sad that I can get French fries at 3 AM...and even more sad that I will get cheese fries at 3 AM.

I really love life right now. I've got great friends. Some crazy guys like me or something. I am pretty much guaranteed to have an awesome spring break. And---I've stopped caring about the rest. I exist for the next 2 papers, the midterm, and the 5 AM wake-up call from the car outside my building on Monday.

1 comment:

scuzie said...

I am so jealous - that you have enough time to read Emma and your general exuberance about life.
Today, I made a list of 32 books I should have read already but haven't. Some of them are titles I wrote down over two years ago. It's bizarre that I can remember where I wrote it down but I can't remember to read any of these books. The list in itself was kind of depressing.