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life update
Apr. 25th, 2013 09:38 amSo, someone left me a comment yesterday, which I read after a long, somewhat unpleasant day, while the end of the semester is looming and I'm burnt out, and I've got RL issues, and I've spent weeks researching what turns out to be a three page paper that's due next week, (three pages! I wrote that much for fun on Tuesday), and now I just don't feel like writing. I don't know if it's because of the comment, because I'm burnt out, or what.
But I was told to put the pen down yesterday, amongst other things, and maybe it's because I have a period-induced migraine, but I don't want to write at the moment. And I've been having fun all week writing about Peter Hale and Stiles Stilinski as serial killers (which Anon took offense to, apparently). And I write for myself, not other people, but it's nice to know that other people think I'm doing something right, and I don't understand why people feel compelled to say the things they say.
*sigh* I just feel like crap. I have three papers, a syntax project, and a syntax finale. I'm not sure if I have a full time job this summer or not, I'll be moving out of my parents' house, and I have to worry about other people doing stuff that I have no control over but will affect my life. This isn't the time to tell me i'm a terrible writer and someone has no idea why other people like what I write.
I don't give a fuck what Anon thinks, because Anon is Anon, and seriously, why would you read it three times to decide if it sucks or not? You know right away. But still.
I'm tired. I feel like crap. And I have to go work on my Beauty & the Beast paper. It's due a week from yesterday, 6-8 pages double-spaced. (Double-spaced. That's like 3 pages, which I wrote on Tuesday - 2000 words of Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, and Derek Hale getting revenge on the Argents. Which Anon didn't bother to read, because they just looked at the first chapter.) And a final reflection on what I learned in Politics of Literacy (I'm so glad I went to the school I went to, even with all its problems, of which there were many) which is half done, and a syntax paper and a syntax project and a final. And that's it. Two more weeks and my first semester at grad school is done.
I'm so tired.
But I was told to put the pen down yesterday, amongst other things, and maybe it's because I have a period-induced migraine, but I don't want to write at the moment. And I've been having fun all week writing about Peter Hale and Stiles Stilinski as serial killers (which Anon took offense to, apparently). And I write for myself, not other people, but it's nice to know that other people think I'm doing something right, and I don't understand why people feel compelled to say the things they say.
*sigh* I just feel like crap. I have three papers, a syntax project, and a syntax finale. I'm not sure if I have a full time job this summer or not, I'll be moving out of my parents' house, and I have to worry about other people doing stuff that I have no control over but will affect my life. This isn't the time to tell me i'm a terrible writer and someone has no idea why other people like what I write.
I don't give a fuck what Anon thinks, because Anon is Anon, and seriously, why would you read it three times to decide if it sucks or not? You know right away. But still.
I'm tired. I feel like crap. And I have to go work on my Beauty & the Beast paper. It's due a week from yesterday, 6-8 pages double-spaced. (Double-spaced. That's like 3 pages, which I wrote on Tuesday - 2000 words of Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, and Derek Hale getting revenge on the Argents. Which Anon didn't bother to read, because they just looked at the first chapter.) And a final reflection on what I learned in Politics of Literacy (I'm so glad I went to the school I went to, even with all its problems, of which there were many) which is half done, and a syntax paper and a syntax project and a final. And that's it. Two more weeks and my first semester at grad school is done.
I'm so tired.