Another night of staying up late, tweeting and eating pumpkin pie between short periods of paper-writing and studying. I don’t get stressed; I live for this time of year.
Also: love wearing sweaters. (particularly this one)
Reading other people’s poetry
instead of reworking my own poems for my final portfolio due tomorrow. It’s clear where my priorities lie.
Life is so easy when you’re a creative writing minor
For the first time in my life
I feel incapable of thinking.
It seems as though all of my thoughts have been sucked from my brain. I mean, I don’t expect much less after spending 2 full days writing a paper on Feminist Literature. But it’s a very odd feeling.
I can barely get a thought out. It’s almost like my mind is completely blank.
Where is my mind?
