My first ever Writing.com journal. |
don't forget about this:
closes on the twentieth, so you've still got four days to bid wildly on fabulous prizes! i wonder what nippletastic reward someone is going to give me when i finish this application for the summer job at johns hopkins. because i really, really do not have the fortitude to be doing this right now, and yet i am, and that deserves a reward. tomorrow is my first class with strange. she's writing me a recommendation for this job, which makes me a little nervous, not because she hasn't responded well to my work so far, but because i'm afraid that once she writes this letter, i'll feel pressure to just continually wow her throughout the semester. the class has only six students (originally four, apparently two more signed up since the last time i checked), meaning more one-on-one attention, a higher level of scrutiny; also, it's a workshop class, so i have to write things that actually make sense, rather than just reusing the shells of old pieces, replacing the nouns and adjectives with others. i had planned on another, more impressive entry for this evening. but it doesn't exist. my back hurts, my shoulders hurt, my tummy hurts, my head hurts. mostly my back. i want someone to play my spine like a vibraphone. that would feel good. |