I don't want to read right now, but school starts up again in less than two weeks. There are six novels on my list for the semester. Getting a head start would be wise, since I'm taking three Lit classes on top of Spanish and Texas Government.
I've already tried to avoid it by doing a load of laundry, cleaning the stove, moisturizing my old lady face, organizing my granny-panty drawer, writing a grocery list, losing my coffee three or four times. Also, I took out the trash and waved at the roofers across the way. I've got my eye on the cute guy in the red hoodie.
I played Temple Run for about a half an hour. good times.
The truth is, I'm about halfway through The French Lieutenant's Woman, and I've already made up my mind about it. I'd rather read Anna Karenina. Please somebody save me.
This will be the semester I graduate the community college with an Associates of Arts in English. Next Fall I'll be driving back and forth to Canyon in pursuit of the mighty Bachelor's. That's where West Texas A&M University is. (Unless, of course, I manage to score another huge scholarship. Cross your fingers.)
I want to, should, might, probably ought to move to New York City. Struggle. Study. Drink. Get lost in the shuffle.
Emerge.
Move to Alaska.
Start a blog.
I've already tried to avoid it by doing a load of laundry, cleaning the stove, moisturizing my old lady face, organizing my granny-panty drawer, writing a grocery list, losing my coffee three or four times. Also, I took out the trash and waved at the roofers across the way. I've got my eye on the cute guy in the red hoodie.
I played Temple Run for about a half an hour. good times.
The truth is, I'm about halfway through The French Lieutenant's Woman, and I've already made up my mind about it. I'd rather read Anna Karenina. Please somebody save me.
This will be the semester I graduate the community college with an Associates of Arts in English. Next Fall I'll be driving back and forth to Canyon in pursuit of the mighty Bachelor's. That's where West Texas A&M University is. (Unless, of course, I manage to score another huge scholarship. Cross your fingers.)
I want to, should, might, probably ought to move to New York City. Struggle. Study. Drink. Get lost in the shuffle.
Emerge.
Move to Alaska.
Start a blog.
My place always got clean when I had school work to do.
ReplyDeleteThe irony is that if I was SUPPOSED to be cleaning, I'd be reading.
Same here. Always cutting against the grain.
DeleteSounds like a solid plan to me.
ReplyDeleteI should be making dinner. But lookie here... I'm reading instead. Funny how that works.
Dinner shminner. You've got your priorities straight.
DeleteUm...you've already started a blog. You've got the two I know, for whatever that's worth.
ReplyDeleteNew York City?!? Gita rope! You don't need to move there to struggle and drink.
Luck on emerging and getting to Alaska...
The New York thing, that's where I'd have to go to collect my awesome scholarship.
DeleteThe Alaska thing, been there, done that, liked it, wanna do it again.
We need to read the list. You know, one titled Alaska, one titled New York. The winner doesn't have to be longer, just cooler. No Alaska points intended.
ReplyDeleteOooh. :-) Do all of those things!
ReplyDeletePearl
Exciting times ahead for you Nessa. You asked for advice? Tolstoy instead of Fowles, anytime :)
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing what one will do to avoid studying? Been there. I will keep my fingers crossed for the whole 'New York City- Struggle- Emerge- Alaska- Write' thing. It would be so fun for me to live vicariously through you. :) Good luck to you this semester, friend! Sounds like you will be busy.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree regarding TFLW vs Anna Karenina. Moving to Alaska sounds interesting.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the upcoming semester >:)
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