13.

I don't know how many people look at the blog section still. But I decided to comment this instead of making a whole new one. It's relevant.

I received my grade today from the aforementioned paper. I have been convinced that I was going to make a C and that it was worth it to save my sanity/health. Well, I shit bricks when I saw I made a 95...THAT'S AN A BABY!!!! I just guaranteed that I'll make an A in the class. It's such a relief. I haven't been this excited about a grade in a long time. I made a 95 on my last collegiate level essay. Well, I'm sure I'll have more once I'm in nursing school, but that is a little while away.


I'm getting to where I really enjoy writing. I thought about starting to write for recreation but I can't get into fiction. I think essays might be my thing. It's always fact, and normally a criticism of something. I'm hella good at criticizing (but who isn't?). I wish I was in a better location.

I got really fucking disappointed this weekend. I mean, I could care less about the status of it all. I think that's why a lot of people go for what they do. But it was a muse. It was an initiative that I thought would be genuinely productive for me. I think I may still pursue some aspects of it, though, for me. All in all I think that was the ultimate motivation. This probably isn't the proper arena for venting, but it's what I have. Still a little disappointed, obviously, but people gotta let things go. Getting bent out of shape is counter-productive. Like I said, though, I think I'll still do what I do for me, because that's what I want. (And everyone needs to take care of number one)

My spirits were lightened this weekend, too. Atop the disappointment, I finally got to get out and get my drink on. I decided I'm gonna be a vodka drinker. Just because. I mean, that's why I drank whiskey since my teens. Because I wanted to be able to straight-faced slam a glass of whiskey without chasing it. I can do that now, so it's time to move on to other drinks. That and I think it's funny to drink cheap vodka. It's just really really funny to me. I don't go out too much anymore. I mean, I have a couple buddies I hang out with, but I don't go out to bars and stuff that often anymore. So actually getting out and doing stuff makes me pretty happy.

I have a one page explication I need to be writing right now. And I have another to write tomorrow night. All on the same author. John Donne is who I picked. Mostly cause there's a poem by him that I liked for a while after hearing part of it in a BSE song.

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

There are some theistic undertones in the poem that I really don't care for. But I've also felt out some different interpretations that satisfy. Heh, if anyone wants to see the explication I can PM it to whoever. It's an incredibly informally written paper. I even used first person. (I know, for shame!) But my teacher said we could, so it made the writing that much easier.

Yeah, I think I'm done now. Gonna hit that there paper thing. I think I may hammer out that third one tonight too so I can go out for a little bit after work tomorrow night.

I think that's all.

- r
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