So. I've been MIA the past couple of weeks; uni assignments have sucked up the majority of my time, along with life angst, anxiousness, and the usual second-guessing of myself that appears to be occuring more and more often lately. Quarter life crisis anyone? Whilst I know I've made the right decision going back to school, I still can't seem to rid myself of that annoying little voice in my head that tells me life would be somewhat easier had I continued on the law path (actually, it's not a little voice, it's really rather loud. In fact, it sounds a bit like an angry Fran Drescher. Cringe...). I mean, I could be, like, making money right now instead of adding to my student debt...
It's times like these I feel incredibly fortunate to have some pretty awesome people in my life who pat me on the back, come home with giant bags of Maltesers, allow me to vent my often incoherent frustration via phone call / text message / email, and generally put up with my feeling-sorry-for-myself attitude. To you I say thank you. I owe you all. Big time.
I'll be back soon I promise. Come Friday, I'll have a whole week to myself, my poetry, some flippin' sweet books I've been waiting to read, and some good old quality down home time.
Just a quick note to say that Issue 33 of Blackmail Press (edited by Doug Poole) has been released and my poem "Working Class" makes an appearance. Click on the first link for the author index and read away!
This is a picture of Ernest Hemingway kicking a beer can. You are right. This has nothing to do with anything. But if the sweet clothing style and impressive leg extention, coupled with the serene surroundings isn't your definition of "cool", then my friends, I just don't know what is.
That feeling you get when you've just finished a whole packet of Tim Tams / an entire block of chocolate / a family sized combo (insert large portion of unhealthy food here) all to yourself. Usually followed by slouching under a blanket and watching television.