Oh captain, my captain.

I'm way too busy this month to legitimately write a 175 page novel this month. Too much school work. I'll give it a more of a shot, but classes are way more important.

Had to skip soccer today, too sore. However, work out tomorrow, so I should get my just desserts.

Also Also, I leveled up in DnD today, so huzzahs are in order!

Yeah, sometimes I wuss out and post a video

How schools stifle creativity

http://www.cnn.com/2009/OPINION/11/03/robinson.schools.stifle.creativity/index.html

National Novel Writing Month

National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.

Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.

Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that's a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/

It ain't goin' down like this

I spent the first night in the trailer my parents just moved into. I don't know how I'm going to be able to survive half a year here, let alone ANY extended period of time. Monday is going to be an important day for me, the advisor meeting. I get to sit down and discuss graduation, whether or not I need one more credit hour or not, and me getting the fuck out of Dodge. Next fall I plan on going to Oregon State University for a degree in Botany optioning in Mycology. I figure on taking that degree all the way, which is a perfect way for me go get the hell out of here. Plus, I'd much rather do scientific research than do cubicle programming for some company in Toledo.

I can't stay here, I feel like I'm going to go crazy.

So tired

I have GOT to stop waiting until right before bed to do these.

 I did weight training yesterday and soccer today. I have a headache. Journal out.

'The Plan'

The idea here is that I get at least one journal entry done a day.

I worked out today for about 45 minutes and I have a headache now, so that is my journal entry.

Freedom Hangs Like Heaven - Iron and Wine

Mary, carry your babe
Bound up tight like lips around a whimper
Your fingers over my face
Blind eyed Samson driven to the temple
And night birds digging 'til dawn
Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone
Ain't nobody knows what a newborn holds
But his mama says he'll walk on water
and wander back home
Wander back home

Mary, carry your shame
Well past all those eyes across the avenue
Fish heads running from rain
You know I'll do anything you want me to
Lamp oil lovers may say
"Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone"
Ain't nobody knows what a newborn holds
But his papa's going to hide shaking gristle
And shaking like bone
Shaking like bone

Mary, carry my name
Hoof marks hacked up all I had to offer you
Looked all over this place
Lost your portrait lately when the winter blew
In like Herod and them
Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone
Ain't nobody knows what a newborn holds
But a dollar says he'll lick that devil
And do it alone
Do it alone

O green world

Paper is finished and I was planning on putting something insightful and deep here, but so far I've only gotten three hours of sleep, and I have classes in the morning.

"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch..."

Here's a little explanation of the blog name.

"You happiness is intertwined with your outlook on life"

Just doing a little procrastinating until I have to pound out a 5 page essay tonight.

I was planning on reading an excerpt from Octavio Paz's Labyrinth of Solitude at an open mic-night reading in Toledo tomorrow. I lent this book to a friend because I felt like he would be interested in the chapter that I was planning on reading from. Turns out, he took it with him to the reading last week and read from the chapter I was planning on reading from. So now I would feel like a total moron reading from the same thing at the following reading. As I don't have anything else specifically planned, now I don't feel like going.

This is kind of distressing, because of mostly how upset I felt about this. Nothing of mine was stolen, plenty of people have read this essay before, I'm sure that there was at least someone there who had as well. I wasn't breaking any new grounds reading an excerpt from a fifty year old essay. I was the one who wanted my friend to read the essay because he was feeling depressed about being alone, and reading the "Dialectic of Solitude" was pretty introspective about it.

Moral of the story is that I'm distressed that I'm distressed about this. Yet, I might just opt out this week, and shuffle through my books and find something else worthwhile.

The colossus arises from it's slumber...

My Mexican-American Ethnic Studies teacher was telling the class how useful a journal can be. For one, to keep yourself mentally and literally fit, to be able to probe yourself retro- and introspectively, and for a myriad of other reasons. Also, I'm procrastinating, so I gave my ur-blog a little shimmy and shake so that I might actually keep it up to date.

Also, it was kind of entertaining to go back and look at being depressed, I guess this blog was pretty good about being able to observe my own situation during that whole period. I'm not depressed any more, so I'm sure this will be more up-beat.

Also Part 2, I'm going to attempt to start going to some open mic-night readings, so I might try throwing some short stories or poetry or something up.