Sin and Mockery in Academia

So, basically, I had maybe one of my worst weeks ever, which really sucks. However, I'm doing infinitely better (I know you were totally concerned.) I'm signed up for 14 credit hours next semester; therefore, I need to choose one more class. I'll figure that out eventually. The rest of this semester might kill me. If that happens, I want people to read what I've written. Everything. The things in my notebooks, on my computer, in random folders around the places I live... I've written a lot of stuff. When I day, I want that to be part of my legacy. All things seriously though... life is really great.

In my poetry class we're reading Harryette Mullen.... Um, freaking amazing. She wrote Sleeping with the Dictionary and Recyclopedia... and she's amazing. I get to go here her read next Thursday, which is very exciting.

"I'm stuck on the fourth step. There's no statue or stature of limitations. I'll be emotionally disturbed for as long as it takes. You can give a man a rock or you can teach him to rock. Access your higher power."

That is pretty much some of the coolest stuff I have ever read. It's from Mullen' s "Coals to Newcastle, Panama Hats from Ecuador." She rapes language. It's beautiful.

Personal discovery of the day: I'm a very confidant person; however, I need people to tell me that I'm important to them, if I am. I value the opinions my friends have of me, because their opinions aught to matter. If I don't get that affirmation, I question myself. I hate to question myself. Also, I'm so passionate. I pour myself into things. Also, I am ridiculous.

Will you still be my friend? : )
... oh silly... goodnight.