With the advent of new feet, I now realize why women love shoes so much. So much in fact, that I just dropped $110 on a pair of flats.
After being entirely too stressed out from being at rehearsals 24/7, I realized how much I actually enjoyed doing props, the only stressful thing was getting homework done that seemed (and probably is) pointless. But, running around town to find obscure things (other than that Chinese newspaper), spending someone else's money, and then spray painting copious amounts, was quite relaxing and enjoyable.
In fact, the only work I've enjoyed doing has been my senior sem. The only stressful thing about it is that I want to create enough decent pages to turn in each week, but the actual writing is quite enjoyable. In fact, the further I get into it, the easier it is, and the giddier I get when I get to read rhetorical theory. Reading about heteroglossia and the imagined audience is rather pleasant, and before I know it, I'm at my five pages for the week. I feel like I should be doing more research, that this project is coming along too easily, but I'm actually having fun creating it, it doesn't seem like a chore in the least.
Unlike grad school. The biggest chore since cleaning the dreadful house I lived in last year. I don't want to do it, but know I should. Don't know what I should apply for, I mean, I love writing (otherwise I wouldn't have this blog) and I love publishing, but the more I write my sem, the more in love I fall with academia and rhetoric. PR and marketing might blend the two, but I hate finance, a subject that is sure to be broached. So, what to do? Sit back and wait for lightening to strike? Or, apply to every appealing program on the planet and see which one chooses to accept me? There are problems with both, too many problems that then just become overwhelming and I give-up and choose to read for Popular Romance Fiction instead.
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