April 16, 2004 :: 1:13 p.m.
it's like a choir of angels singing to my feet
Man, did it get nice out. Two days ago it was raining non-stop, and now it's 55 and sunny. Still a little chilly, but hardly what one would call cold. And definitely not wet, which is a big plus after the Noah's Ark period we went through earlier this week. I did Week 3 Day 3 of
my running program this morning, and the weather made it quite pleasant. Much nicer than Tuesday, when I got rained on. Rain is nice sometimes, but not so much for running. Also contributing to the goodness of this morning's run were
my new running shoes, which I got yesterday and enjoy very much. I got the ones with red accents, of course. They're not the most aesthetically appealing shoes on the block, but what can you do? I'll only be wearing them to get sweaty anyway. I don't mean that in the fun sexy way, either. Shoes and sex do not mix. Period.
This week seems to have flown by; they all have been recently. It's weird. I'm not sure I like it. I mean, it's nice because it means that the last 4 weeks of classes will go by quickly (except that the classes themselves still drag on FOREVER), but it also means that there's less time to get things done. Seems that way, at least. I have all this free time, but I can't ever seem to accomplish anything. It's incredibly frustrating. Someone needs to kick me in the ass ASAP.
Creative Writing was b-o-r-i-n-g last night. Like, I thought I was actually going to pass out from lack of brain activity. God. It was horrible. That class just keeps getting worse and worse every time. I found out, though, that I have a story published in the Wildwood Journal. That was news to me. The Wildwood Journal is HACC's annual literary/arts magazine; apparently it's kind of a big deal. We were required to submit to it last semester, so I did... nothing I would really want to see in print, though. Well, last night Professor Wallace handed out copies to everyone; I started leafing through it, and low and behold, what do I find? Me.
Wacky, no? I submitted two stories, and they ended up picking the one that I would really have preferred no one ever read. Dammit. But I guess it's kind of neat. I have two copies of the Journal, but they're just for me. I have no intention of letting anyone I know get their hands on a copy.
And that, my friends, is why I will never be a writer. I don't want people to read what I write. That kind of defeats the whole point.
Well, kids, I think I'm going to harness the dog up and take him out for a walk. It's too nice to stay inside.
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