winning over madness

I've sat down in front of this blank box quite a few times over the week but am feeling rather uninspired. Maybe it's how exhausting this week has been. Writer's block is terrible when you need to write the most. I'm not down in the dumps, per se. I'm just non-enthused. The tired little routines I'm not too keen on having to go through again. Actually, I think they call it senioritis. Better nip that one in the butt soon.

On another note - why is it that any time you are having a bad day, the world seems to have some sort of supersonic radar that picks you out and focuses on you? Everything that could possibly go wrong will.  Even a random van tried to run me off the road. It's like MTV's Boiling Points - but real life.

That's pretty much been my week up until today. Today was like my $100 cash reward for not going postal after three days of crap. Yay me.

English > Math

Well, it's my last first week of a new semester. It's extremely odd, a tad bittersweet, but mostly nerve-racking. In May, I will be graduating with a Bachelor's in English Literature. Yes, I spent 4 years for a degree that allows me to not just read good but read well. Sometimes I think it was an idiotic choice of a degree, but I considerably weighed my options. Dance education was an automatic out thanks to the wonderful discs in my spine. But that's another story.

I also considered psychology. Criminal psychology. I researched a lot of famous murders and murderers in my spare time - just for kicks. I found it all interesting - how twisted a mind can work. What people can make themselves believe. It's a pretty amazing thing.

Anything math or science related were definite negatives, however, for my mind is seriously a bit slow on the understanding of numbers. My comfort zone has always been English. There's certainly nothing wrong with keeping with your comfort zone. Anyone that says otherwise is a liar. The secret is to push the boundaries of your comfort zone rather than struggle through a different zone entirely. I could work hard and attempt to be an engineer, but I would most likely fail. That seems unfair to not give myself the chance, but I also know my strengths and weaknesses. And I ultimately would be very unhappy with such a choice. So therein lies my decision to stick with English. Though I just simply can't get enough of the "Oh, English? So you're going to be a teacher." No. No. No. Miss Editor, if you please.

In all reality, I still haven't settled completely on what I want to do post-college.  One of my top and main ambitions is to be a literary agent. Also on the list is editor. Or travel writer. Or novelist. At least it's all in the same realm of interest, I suppose. And I at least come away with knowing the difference between "to" and too" as well as "they're" and "their".  There's an accomplishment for ya. On the bright side, I should have a great internship in DC waiting for me when I graduate. Doing editing. Extremely excited and nervous about that. I get to live with my grandma, who I somehow have had a rocky past couple years with, and get to possibly do editing for a government branch (details still in the air). It's going to be hard to leave Justin for 6 weeks, I've gotta say... we've done the long distance thing before, but we've also lived with each other for the past couple years now without being separated. However, he'll be getting ready to go to college again for his degree in programming and design. We both are pretty happy about the future, to say the least.

Now all I have to do is get through this semester and graduate.

Short and sweet

Well, here's to a new year.

Graduation, wedding plans, internships... this one is going to be a doozy. But I can't wait.