Musings...

I'm beginning to become aware of the phenomenon that when people who say they are "realists" they are actually saying "I do not possess a creative bone in my body and I'm going to be a Debbie Downer and rain on your parade."

So what if life isn't just one big musical?

So what if you can't bounce on clouds?

So what if my dog can't read my inner most thoughts?

I can still dream can't I?

I know that I can't have my head in the clouds all the time.

There is still work to be done and goals to be met.

But I still have a secret ambition to be an award winning novelist/prima ballerina that gets paid in Sweetarts and Cocktail rings.

But that's my right.

So carry on all of you artists/creators/dreamers

and consider me part of your club. :)

Ciao!

The woes of an English Major.

Sometimes I write. I swear I do.

Just not what I want.

This semester I am finishing my generals so that I can just focus on my writing the next few semesters.

And I am MISERABLE.

Health, math, and spanish are all well and good, but I am much happier writing stories.

I've started writing for the school newspaper to have a creative outlet,

but it's almost as bad as writing research papers.

I'm guessing this means no career in journalsim.....

Oh Well.

I'm switching gears and will be working on a literary journal in the upcoming weeks.

Hopefully it'll fill the hole in my writer's gut.

Till then I will deal with Old movies (I watched the Original Batman and Robin this week. "Holy Bikini Batman!!! Hilarious.),

Listening to Lady Gaga (Mollie got me hooked)

And rock climbing (My new sport :)).