Summer Goals:
1. Write three hours a week and edit/submit two hours a week. (I really, really need to do this. If I don’t, I think that means I’m not serious about writing.)
2. Keep up with my weekly blog.
3. Exercise four times a week.
4. Lose 15 pounds.
5. Find a teaching job somewhere, even adjunct work
6. Read and finish more books this summer than TV series.
7. Read a shit ton of poetry and hopefully finish or make a good dent in my Norton Modern/Contemporary poetry books.
Frank Sinatra died 14 years ago yesterday. I still remember it. That night, they lit up the Empire State Building in blue lights to honor him. New York, New York, if anyone made it there it was him.
(via horrorking)
Being done with school is weird. It’s a kind of post-partum depression, I guess. I’m so done with so many aspects in my life that it kind of gives me the blues. I can’t honestly say where I’ll be in a few months time but hopefully it’s not still living at my parents’ house. People always say, “Don’t worry. Things will work out in the end.” Encouragement can be helpful for some. For me, it often has a tendency to get annoying, superficial, presumptuous, and condescending. I still don’t know if things will work out for me, but I hope so. I really hope so.
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I can’t wait to get settled in somewhere where I can have a black cat.
(via horrorking)
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