I can't stand when the DJ fcking up my song, know I'm trying to shake my ass all night long

[raybear]

In lieu of writing a long rambling detailed entry, I will instead divert this energy towards revising my novel. Yes, the great behemoth that's been sitting by my bed for eight months. The inspiration? I'm submitting it (or a portion of it) as part of my grad school application to three schools. The deadline? September 1st for two of them, August 15th for one. I still need to figure out about getting transcripts from my undergrad since I've 1) changed my name and 2) don't remember if I paid off my library fines. Also, I need to find two references to write letters. I have one for sure. Would it be unethical to have Damon write the other? I need to think on this issue some more.

In the meantime, I will throw my hat in the ring in declaring last night's Burlesque show to be utterly fabulous and wonderful and sexy and enjoyable. I hadn't screamed in delight that much since....Friday when I saw utterly fabulous and wonderful and enjoyable wedding invitation for Cocolola and Mintwaster's upcoming nuptuals. I think I'm just in a giddy mood these days. That's a good thing.

Also a good thing is how creative I'm feeling. And energized. And stabilized. And somewhat centered (still needing to pay some more spiritual attention to myself). And loved. And in love.

Not as good a thing is my strange sex drive, which isn't missing or gone absent, but seems....redirected. No conclusions on this one though, since it might just be a passing/temporary phase.

On to the great american anti-novel!

But first....a nap. I know that sounds bad, like a copout, but I'm actually quite energized by a nice lie-down.

Comments

[cocolola.livejournal.com]

In college, i was a bit a of a stoner sometimes and I was "writing" the Great American Novel, which meant that I tape recorded me and my friends hanging out so that i could transcribe it into something brilliant later. So I had all of these tapes with long monologues about what was happening "on the scene" but always, as the night went on, there would just be long long stretches of no talking, only party sounds in the background, because I would have forgotten that the tape couldn't record straight to my brain.
As for grad school, you can get whomever you want to write recommendations, but they will only take them seriously if there is a good reason why that particular person should be recommending you to that particular program.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

That's a good way of thinking about choosing who will write me recommendations. Thanks for the tip!

P.S. Do you still have those tapes? They might be quite hilarious to listen to now. Or just boring. Sometimes they just make for better anecdotes, I suppose.

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[nineinchlovely.livejournal.com]

during the presidential oil wrastlin', I nearly laughed up a lung..