It seems kinda terrrible that I haven’t posted in two and a half weeks. I have since written over 20 pages of papers for school and conceptualized on another pair of posts for later. I should just tackle them one at a time until I’ve posted them all. I am so glad that school is almost over for the semester. I just have a portfolio, a verb book, a spanish final, 2-4 pages of a 8-10 page ethnography, and 10-15 pages to write about the youth organizations in World War Two Germany before I’m done with everything. I am so frustrated about the fact that a week ago I spent less than a day writing papers that reached 14 pages, but in so doing, I have entirely neglected the one piece of writing I truly enjoy. It has kinda grown into a resentment, a resentment that hinders my getting my school work done. I want it to be over so I can jump back into my story, a story I believe is an inspired one. I’ve been sleeping on my floor for the past couple months, well since the week before Dare 2 Share. It is starting to hurt more and more when I wake up. Thankfully, I got a tax return this year after my savings was ravaged last year by the man. sidenote: have you noticed that the man is a very bold pickpocket? Anyway, I plan to buy a bed with the money. I need to get on that, but I’m waiting for the deposit. Also, at some point, I should make good on my promise to make Bekah a bookshelf. A trip to the lumber store is in order. It just seems like my life is full of unfinished projects right now. anyway, it is late and the road is long.
“The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow if I can.”