reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
-Midterms. Why did it have to be midterms? -I just signed up for National Novel Writing Month. Sure, I'll probably fail spectacularly. But wouldn't it be cool if I didn't? -This semester is going surprisingly well. The I-want-to-die factor is surprisingly minimal. I am, unsurprisingly, pleased. -My classes next semester should be fun. I'll be learning to writing songs, plays, and possibly video games before they decide to kick me out into the real world. Hey, is there any other form of writing left to try? I've got some level of experience in poetry, journalism, novels, screenplay, short stories, essays, even a bit of technical writing... -Heh. I rule. -My level of ego, I feel, is directly proportional to the amount of caffeine in my bloodstream. God bless Starbucks. -I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. The question is, though - where am I spending it? -Last night, I watched The Bachelor while studying for my midterm (as Game 4 was over, and the women of Qwmar are not condusive to memorizing information about special relativity). I still feel dirty. -Having finally seen The War Room (for documentary class), I have to admit to a small, helpless crush on George Stephanopolis (spelling may not be correct). He's so boyish! And yet so studly, with his crazy political ways. I know nothing else about him besides what was in the documentary, though, so I may quickly lose interest. -Have you read Molly Ivins' FANTASTIC column from Tuesday? And are you a friend of UNFPA? Because I'm going to be one, soon. -It is now time for me to remember what notes are in which guitar chords - preferably before my midterm in fifty minutes. -Midterms. Why did it have to be midterms?