I haven't been writing much because I'm just treading water these days. Last semester felt more like an active pursuit, I guess. I just had more energy. Now I'm merely stalling as I count down to the weekend, over and over and over again. This doesn't bode well for my Accounting grade, but...it's kind of hard to care sometimes. I hate that that's the case. This Wednesday I'm going to see Ratatat at the Meridian, and then on Saturday I'm going to see Morrissey at Jones Hall. I'm getting geared up about that, and I know I'm going to goldbrick through another week by saying "It's Monday! I'll just work after the Ratatat show!" and then being too excited to do anything until Sunday because MORRISSEY! UGHHH.
My parents are on my back about helping them choose somewhere to go on vacation this summer(they're thinking Prague or Berlin or something), but I don't want to go anywhere. First world problems, I know, but I want to stay at home and concentrate on writing something of worth, finally. I realize now that I'm not a genius who can just sit down and create accidentally. I'm going to have to be one of those hacks that actually schedules out a time frame to write two pages of material. I finally feel motivated to do that, though, since an associate of mine at St. Thomas read one of my papers and asked me to write a piece for some school magazine, and said that if I was interested she'd see that I was nominated for a position on the board for next year. Progress!
This is why I haven't been posting. I feel too listless to get anything across without using the same five adjectives. Awesome. Lame. Ugh. Fuck. Morrissey. I'll be back after the shows, when I can predict that I'll be slightly more jazzed on existence than I am right now.
3 comments:
I think it's actually pretty common to have to plan out writing sessions. People who shit creativity make me angry.
more jazzed about existence after a morrissey show? interesting.
Moz shows tend to make me glad that I'm not The Moz.
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