Marcie (m)
It's another one of those late nights. Just got done reading 150 pages or so of Alias Grace. Not a bad book so far. I'm only halfway in, but I like it. Gets a bit wordy at times, but I guess that what novels are for. Whatev.
Now, I've got to buckle down and start writing an essay for my student teaching application, due tomorrow. Who knows what I'll write about. It says 300-500 words on your "hopes, aspirations, methods of teaching; or a short story; or a poem ... something interesting". What the *@$*?! Think I'm going to plod on a bit about my experiences of traveling over the past year and half. Think that might be a bit interesting. Who knows?
Matt's out in the living room, stoned off his ass. He tried to convey this to me, but his mouth wasn't working, so it just ended up being him kind of waggling his arms back and forth, working the lips and the tongue, but nothing shooting out. "You stoned, Matt?" I ask. He kind of nods his head back and forth a bit and smiles. Word. I've still never been stoned, but its nights like these that make me wish I were drunk, at the very least. What's a brother gotta do to score some heroin round here?
Cripes.
It's another one of those late nights. Just got done reading 150 pages or so of Alias Grace. Not a bad book so far. I'm only halfway in, but I like it. Gets a bit wordy at times, but I guess that what novels are for. Whatev.
Now, I've got to buckle down and start writing an essay for my student teaching application, due tomorrow. Who knows what I'll write about. It says 300-500 words on your "hopes, aspirations, methods of teaching; or a short story; or a poem ... something interesting". What the *@$*?! Think I'm going to plod on a bit about my experiences of traveling over the past year and half. Think that might be a bit interesting. Who knows?
Matt's out in the living room, stoned off his ass. He tried to convey this to me, but his mouth wasn't working, so it just ended up being him kind of waggling his arms back and forth, working the lips and the tongue, but nothing shooting out. "You stoned, Matt?" I ask. He kind of nods his head back and forth a bit and smiles. Word. I've still never been stoned, but its nights like these that make me wish I were drunk, at the very least. What's a brother gotta do to score some heroin round here?
Cripes.
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