I can write a blog post but I can't...
write a frickin' personal statement for my grad app. Scratch that...I
can, but I've been staring at a blank doc for awhile and nothing is happening with it. It makes no nevermind, as I'll get it done, but it's just really annoying that I can spout off about things here yet I can't write a few paragraphs about myself. Blech.
In other news, my parents sent me a box of crap yesterday (my crap, from my childhood), including my baby book and my report cards from grades 1-9 (those were the only grades I completed). You'll all be pleased to know, I'm sure, that according to my baby book my umbilical cord stumpy thing fell off on January 6th, 1974, and that I "would have been a good sleeper but was spoiled." So, I CAN blame my crappy sleeping habits on my parents. Whoo hoo!
Also, my report cards SUCKED. I mean they truly and spectacularly sucked. I hated being in public school so much, and boy does it show. I got Cs in English and Reading classes, so that should tell you something. I used to pride myself on remembering all the classes I've ever taken, at least snippets of them or flashes of a scene, but there were classes/teachers listed that I don't recall at all. Sure, they were seventeen years ago, but still. I looked back at my college transcript the other day and lo and behold there were two courses on it that I completely do not recall: 20th Century British Novel and Realism to Present. Yes, that means that at some point in my academic career I took the same two courses that I'm taking now, which goes to show how much of an impact they made on me years ago.
that was good procrastinating, was it not? rambling on about crap instead of writing a personal statement.
