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.
