Waiting

Well, momentum has picked back up after a brief hiatus, and things are...dare I say it? Good. Like, really good. Surprisingly, I-don't-know-how-this-happened good. I got a 3.33 this semester, which is higher than I've ever gotten; I have 2 weeks to pack up my apartment, and 3 weeks to revise an essay I wrote, as it has been nominated for a Banks Award, which isn't really much, but it will certainly look good on a grad school resume, and I think there's like 100 bucks in it if I win. Which I will. I mean, I don't want to sound cocky or anything, but I'm determined to win this thing, and I know beyond even a shadow of doubt that I'm an excellent academic writer, so there's no reason to assume that I will lose, right? I suppose that being alright with life is far less interesting to you, reader, so I apologize for not having any tragicomical tales of my absurdly depressing life to share, but the moment the roof caves in, or the other shoe drops on me, I will be sure to let you know. Also, I have to run to work now, or I'd probably be compelled to write more ridiculous/funny story-type stuff on here. Because, you know, that's sorta the whole point of this blog, which I always seem to lose sight of. Just gotta remember to write more often, and I'll get back on that wagon. Which apparently is a metaphor for alcoholism. So, to clarify, the storytelling wagon is the one I'm getting back on. Not the alcoholism one. I was never on that one.

QOTD:
"Maturity includes the recognition that no one is going to see anything in us that we don't see in ourselves. Stop waiting for a producer. Produce yourself."


- Marianne Williamson