Slacker!

I'm calling you a slacker! Basically sometimes at work I have nothing to do so I go and obsessively check the blog, even though the amount of times per week that anything happens on it is like three. And I feel dumb getting on Facebook here because it makes me feel like all the other college students who come to the WC to get on Facebook. Besides, this is work. It's just not a good idea. So I'll write a blog post to pass some time.

I was going to do this in the other room (LIB 307) because it's more out of the way, but I got in there and realised that the entire room smells like a cat peed in a corner. You know that stale cat pee smell. I have no idea how the smell got there (unless there was a homeless person sleeping there recently), but it's strong enough that I don't want to walk in there to help anyone any more.

So I shared my poem in Creative Writing last night (I changed it up a little bit since posting it here, but it was essentially the same) and even though Angela thought that it was a little too harsh of a representation of our family life (probably was), a lot of the people in the class liked it and a couple of them came up to me after class to tell me that they really liked it. I feel affirmed! However, this doesn't mean that I'm ever going to enjoy writing poetry. Some of the people in that class crack me up. Creative writing people are never quite normal, you know? We've got everything in there, from cutting-my-wrists poems to poetry about the military and patriotic duty and suchlike. I would find it all very interesting if I weren't this close to falling asleep the entire time. Six to nine at night is not a very good time for a writing class.

I'm in the slow process of editing (i.e. making readable) my story so I can send it to you. I feel bad about it because there are "thematic elements" (really, what does that even mean?) in it that you probably won't like or I won't like you to read because I wasn't thinking about readers when I wrote them and suddenly it all seems very risky to me. In short, I'm starting to chicken out but I must force myself not to! At the moment I'm writing a section of it that includes a little backstory of the anti-hero and his little sister who tired to commit suicide. I don't like it at all, but I don't know where to go to get the info I need to make it convincing. Sigh.

Okay, my shift starts in a couple of minutes. I'll see you later honey bun (sounds delicious right now).

-Amy