So many things going on. I'm taking classes and super involved in a shit ton of stuff.
Good things:
-I got my first poem published in an online Canadian Zine this past week. I don't write poetry much, so it was kind of a "I'll submit just for the hell of it and see what happens." It's nice to know that at least one person likes at least one of my poems.
-I'm the newest contributor for a fledgling online commentary website. No pay, but it's definitely more legit than just my wordpress blog. I wouldn't mind spending a few years of my life writing political and social commentary as a job. It'd be kind of fun, I think, just so as long as I don't get my voice totally edited out. We'll see. Maybe something will come of this, maybe something won't. Just another thing to put on my resume at the very least.
So much more is going on, but these are the things of which I am very proud. Sometimes it's really overwhelming, but I know that opportunities like these are what are going to make the difference between getting a job and having a career I love.
This is a letter I've been meaning to write for awhile.
To You,
Can you explain something to me? How is it that he's been back in town for almost a week now and you've slept with me for 5 out of 6 of the nights?
When you were arrested, who did you call first to come pick you up? Who drove you to get your car from the towing company? Who talked you down until 9 in the morning?
If you didn't look so good in my Rooney jersey when you aren't wearing any pants I'd probably not have let you stay and although I may have played the "point to the couch and tell you to get the fuck out" story line in my head I cannot follow through for the life of me
Sometimes, I wish I was a cold beer.
You are considerably hindering my ability to get some whilst augmenting it at the same time.
so apparently GR is in the world news because it has an asshole with a gun. what city doesn't have an asshole with a gun? our asshole is just a little more stupid than most. so, proportionally speaking, our assholes without guns should theoretically be smarter. but... they're probably not. i just think people pick up on this stuff because nobody has a life, and they have this morbid curiosity with death. i mean, face it, we're all dying someday.
and until then, we will spend our lives waiting for windows XP to actually work on this damn laptop. (or maybe that's just me)
honestly, though, i'm making progress. i got the OS on there with relatively few hassles. it was after i started trying to get my shit set up on there that i got pissed, because all the drivers were missing. and then i found the driver disc, so now i'm waiting for that.
see? i'm way more exciting than gatorade boy. i'm still flabbergasted that in all of my disorganized piles of random shit, i managed to find the 2 discs i needed to make this shit work. and it's a legit copy to boot. then again, that's probably why it's being a pain in the ass. if i had just used the illegal bit torrent i downloaded and burned in like ten minutes, i would probably be done by now.
