Well, it seems I’m a bit distracted.
It’s crazy how quickly time passes.
So much is happening. So much to write about.
So much not to write about. I mean it.
Maybe I’ll write a poem. I should write a poem.
So, there’s that. Poem ideas crash into my head all the time. I would much rather be working on poetry than my other schoolwork. I wish it was all I had to do.
Toward the beginning of the semester it was easier. But now, I’m starting to flounder.
Oh, I met and spoke with Pulitzer-Prize winner, Marilynne Robinson. That was ultra cool.
Let’s look at this week’s schedule.
Monday: Midterm; homework
Tuesday: Poems, My Fair Lady; homework
Wednesday: French Party; homework
Thursday: Meeting at the library; homework
Friday: There’d better be nothing, except homework
Saturday: Concert; homework
Also, 20 hours of work, 14 hours of class.
Also, I had a damn good weekend. It was fun.
But, I won’t blog about it.
This is the worst blog post ever.