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As I said in my last entry I am perfect. Or I try to be as perfect as I can. This is crazy though. I can not seem to focus. In German esp. Here I am in a 220 class feeling like I am in way over my head. I am not, nor as "bad" as my grades are they do not indicate it. Though something has to change, rather it is me, or rather it is medication, I don't know and am unaware of what yet, but it has to be something and it needs to be soon.
This is not like me to make stupid mistakes that are so stupid it makes me cringe as an English major. Most of the mistakes I made were commas. Commas. Really? Come on, I am a freaking English major and commas are like the glue that holds the paper together. I just do not understand.
I need to leave for class. I have to study for a quiz that I have not yet studied for and I have class in a half in hour.
This is not like me to make stupid mistakes that are so stupid it makes me cringe as an English major. Most of the mistakes I made were commas. Commas. Really? Come on, I am a freaking English major and commas are like the glue that holds the paper together. I just do not understand.
I need to leave for class. I have to study for a quiz that I have not yet studied for and I have class in a half in hour.
Okay, so like the total English Nerd that I am. I decided it is only fitting I start off my very first entry on here with a quotation which I find very fitting. "Failure is the mother of success."- Anonymous.
Wow, I have been struggling with this very same idea, now someone has writing seemingly the exact words out of my own head. Creepy? Yes. But in reality one must fail to find success, if one does not know what failure is, or even how to fail than what measures success? This quote goes back to the very idea I have been struggling with for the last three weeks or so. How to make it out in a world unsure, with its Wall Street Bailout plans, and healthcare reform.
Now, I typically do not use, and perfer not use my journal entrys as political platforms, but tonight is the only exception, only because it falls completely in line with what success is. Or should I say what the misconstrued ideal and view of success is from the outside, non-writing world. For them success= Money. Writers are different, well at least me, anyway, I know I am different, and in some conversations weird. Thanks for the plug, and the admiration, I will be sure to include that in my accptance, award winning speech. For me success=failure! I am so totally stealing that! No, in reality success for me equals perfection. Now perfection has many different pictures and creates its very own ideas. That is why I like it, it is like me. One thing looks like one thing on the surface, but is truly something completely different. Perfection in terms of writing for me is the words sounding like music, the words hitting the page, speaking the lines, and the story coming to life as though it were a photo album of naked baby pictures.
Writing for me is a passion. I would say a hobby, but it is much more than that. Poetry is my hobby, because it is every inch of me, my soul and every spiteful, hateful thing written in cleverly thought out words and rhyme scheme. Most of it stands in its most pure forms not acceptable for the naked eye. Hehe! I love when I come up with cleverly developed symantics and syntax. As a writer, these are the nights I love best. Having absoultly no inspiration for a paper, when all the inspiration is clearly splayed out on the page baging you to take at least one piece of it. One little nibble, but you regect, because you know there is so much more than what is on that page. So you write your own page. This is why I am an English major.
Wow, I have been struggling with this very same idea, now someone has writing seemingly the exact words out of my own head. Creepy? Yes. But in reality one must fail to find success, if one does not know what failure is, or even how to fail than what measures success? This quote goes back to the very idea I have been struggling with for the last three weeks or so. How to make it out in a world unsure, with its Wall Street Bailout plans, and healthcare reform.
Now, I typically do not use, and perfer not use my journal entrys as political platforms, but tonight is the only exception, only because it falls completely in line with what success is. Or should I say what the misconstrued ideal and view of success is from the outside, non-writing world. For them success= Money. Writers are different, well at least me, anyway, I know I am different, and in some conversations weird. Thanks for the plug, and the admiration, I will be sure to include that in my accptance, award winning speech. For me success=failure! I am so totally stealing that! No, in reality success for me equals perfection. Now perfection has many different pictures and creates its very own ideas. That is why I like it, it is like me. One thing looks like one thing on the surface, but is truly something completely different. Perfection in terms of writing for me is the words sounding like music, the words hitting the page, speaking the lines, and the story coming to life as though it were a photo album of naked baby pictures.
Writing for me is a passion. I would say a hobby, but it is much more than that. Poetry is my hobby, because it is every inch of me, my soul and every spiteful, hateful thing written in cleverly thought out words and rhyme scheme. Most of it stands in its most pure forms not acceptable for the naked eye. Hehe! I love when I come up with cleverly developed symantics and syntax. As a writer, these are the nights I love best. Having absoultly no inspiration for a paper, when all the inspiration is clearly splayed out on the page baging you to take at least one piece of it. One little nibble, but you regect, because you know there is so much more than what is on that page. So you write your own page. This is why I am an English major.
