I have days where I feel like I’m swimming. Others, I’m drowning.
Sometimes, I don’t want to do either of those. I simply want to float on my back.
Lauren, 19. I am a student, a thinker, a Capricorn, and a stoner. I enjoy shooting portals and zombies.
I’m getting really tired of this blog. I look at it and I just sigh, because it’s not as cool as it used to be. It consists almost entirely of gifs and popular culture. I’m not even entirely happy with my other blog, because it only consists of pretty things and my own ramblings. I need a combination of everything.
I don’t want to start over, but I might just have to do an overhaul on this shit. However, that will take time. Time is something I don’t really have. I shouldn’t even be on tumblr right now; I should be writing my works cited page and making photocopies of all the quotes I used in my essay (how redundant is that, right?). Anyways…
I suppose, expect some changes? Maybe? Maybe not? I’m ambivalent.
1. Are looks important in a relationship?
I think that a level of attraction is crucial in beginning/maintaining a relationship, yes. I’ve found that if I am emotionally-attracted to someone, I usually become physically-attracted to them as well, even if they are not conventionally good-looking.
Time to brag a little bit.
I’ve been stressing out about this research paper. It’s been incredibly frustrating and difficult- enough so that I legitimately wondered Is this the right path for me, going into an English-related career? Perhaps I’m not actually good at this at all. Maybe my writing skills aren’t up to snuff.
I went to have a meeting with my English professor today so that she could go over my new copy of my research paper and give pointers. I was incredibly anxious, as our last meeting had involved her (metaphorically) ripping my paper apart and telling me that I had to start over. I’ve worked my ass off over these eight pages… if I had to start over again, I would have curled up in the fetal position and rolled away like a tumbleweed.
To say I was pleasantly surprised by her reaction was an understatement. She looked at my first few pages and remarked that I sounded like a scholar; she said my paper was good enough to go to a convention she just recently had come back from. She said my draft was “A-level work”. She even offered to help me find an internship once I had officially declared my English major. I nearly wept.
For all my life, writing has been the one dream that has always been constant. Throughout all the petty day dreams of being a dolphin trainer or an actress, writing has been my rock. I may not always be eloquent on social networking sites, but I’ve always been told that I am a decent writer by other people. Having an English professor with a PhD tell me that I’m an “excellent writer” and “very astute” is my academic orgasm. It may not be much to some people, but to me, this is everything I’ve been building towards. I am now aware that I do deserve this. My words are what I have to contribute.