| Written by Diana, on 30-10-2001 03:22 |
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i had the best class today. I turned in my poem "Suspended in Time" in class, actually I had to read it aloud and it was a hit. I believe the professor used the words "macabre" and "creepy" and "Linda Blaire Christmas"...whatever that means. He loved it and so did the rest of the class. One of my peers even came up to me to talk about the meter of the poem to make sure I understood the suggestion that the professor gave. it was small..to have a line break before "this" rather than after. I have my reasons why that won't work. So I was psyched because I thought it was going to be a bomb. I was worried all day that no one would like it and he'd ponder over insignificant details, but that was not the case. my day sucked though overall. I slept until 10:00 and then watched some television. then went back to bed and half fell asleep while on the computer. then my mother came home and i pretended to be awake. when she left I went back to sleep again and only woke up in time to take a shower before class. then my mother called from work saying she wouldn't be home as early as she had planned and asked if I was okay because i seemed a little down last week. and oh my god i didn't lie to her. i said it was part because of my conversation with *her* and part because of an unbelievable amount of boredom. i'm also stressed and worried about meeting Ray Bradbury on Wednesday (i'm worried about getting him to sign Fahrenheit 451 rather than his new book at his book signing. F. 451 was one of my favorite books i've ever read in all my years of english classes. *her* group was shut down by the way...i think i did a little dance when I found out. Now i'm watching "Stigmata" for the billionth time and I still have yet to be sick of seeing Gabriel Byrne's gorgeous face. Now, almost two hours late, I must go to sleep because i have to wake up in 6hrs 45min. I guess I'll be coming home and going to sleep. Oh, I attempted to write a "happy" poem per Jim's request (my professor) and my computer froze and I had to reboot and lost the whole thing. Now I've got this "macabre" poem here and if I show it to him, probably nothing will happen except I'll get this weird-ass look from him. Oh well, i'm starting to get used to weird-ass looks.
current mood: free
current music: a song i don't know that's stuck in my head!! arg!
Last update: 30-10-2001 03:22
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