Pleasant Lack of Class
Yesterday, I was in an extraordinarily good mood. It was very nice. I did a little bit of shopping based on a bad joke by my father. (The last time I went home I accidentally left the majority of my shirts there. Instead of driving up to return them, my father suggested that I buy more. Both my mother and I interpreted this as a joke. Surely any person who knows me half as well as my father would know that clothes shopping shouldn't be encourages especially on someone else's dime.) Turns out my silly father wasn't joking. So yesterday I went shopping and my father came to realize exactly how expensive women's shirts are.
Screenwriting last night was odd. First the professor mentioned his and my on going disagreement about how fantasy stories should be written. So I found myself informing the entire class that the professor and I follow "different mind sets." I wish he hadn't done that. Then things got weird. We were reading another girl's script. My character had a conversation with the character the professor was reading. I had to say things like "we haven't had sex in months" to my professor. My old, unattractive, annoying professor. The entire room was shuddering and squirming.
Then to make matters worse, another boy (I swear he planned it!!!!!!) handed out the scripts so I ended up having to inform my professor that I was "in love with him." Last night proved to be very disturbing.
Today has been good. I liked the snow. I found myself tipping my head back and catching snow flakes in my mouth. Always a good time.
For the past several days I've had the irrational feeling that I'm about to hear back from a grad school. So far I've been wrong each time.
Oh but did I got a letter from one of the grad schools today. A small envelope. Luckily it was from the school where materials were due Feb 1, so I was able to convince myself it shouldn't be a rejection yet. Yeah for logic, I was right. It was a statement saying they'd received everything and that acceptances/rejections would be sent out by March 21st. Now I have an approximate expiration date to put on my suffering...or an approximate date for when the TRUE suffering begins. Wonderful.
Sigh. I haven't been nearly as productive today as I was yesterday.
Screenwriting last night was odd. First the professor mentioned his and my on going disagreement about how fantasy stories should be written. So I found myself informing the entire class that the professor and I follow "different mind sets." I wish he hadn't done that. Then things got weird. We were reading another girl's script. My character had a conversation with the character the professor was reading. I had to say things like "we haven't had sex in months" to my professor. My old, unattractive, annoying professor. The entire room was shuddering and squirming.
Then to make matters worse, another boy (I swear he planned it!!!!!!) handed out the scripts so I ended up having to inform my professor that I was "in love with him." Last night proved to be very disturbing.
Today has been good. I liked the snow. I found myself tipping my head back and catching snow flakes in my mouth. Always a good time.
For the past several days I've had the irrational feeling that I'm about to hear back from a grad school. So far I've been wrong each time.
Oh but did I got a letter from one of the grad schools today. A small envelope. Luckily it was from the school where materials were due Feb 1, so I was able to convince myself it shouldn't be a rejection yet. Yeah for logic, I was right. It was a statement saying they'd received everything and that acceptances/rejections would be sent out by March 21st. Now I have an approximate expiration date to put on my suffering...or an approximate date for when the TRUE suffering begins. Wonderful.
Sigh. I haven't been nearly as productive today as I was yesterday.
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