Night Writer

I'm awfully tired. This night was so ridiculous. A guy in Saxon could have burned the whole building complex down, domestic dispute, emergency response to Sproul. Good times. Everything ended well and the night when fast. Although, I must admit, a little too fast. I enjoy Tuesday nights... except for the fact that I normally delay doing my stats homework way too late into the night - *sigh* like now.

Finally things are settling down for school. Done with midterms. Just two more stats test and then finals. I guess the only thing I'm stressed out about is my Chemistry Lab. I don't think I did all that hot on the midterm, and fuck... that class is way too much work for me not to pass. That would be unfortunate. Haha. Failing would at least solve the predicament of deciding whether or not to go to Med School; say good-bye to that. Well, I'll just study a ridiculous amount for the final. I don't know, I'm going to try and pick the test up from my TA tomorrow, and just pray to God that I'm at least average -- I usually can at least pull that off.

I went to Subway for dinner tonight. I got so many vegetables placed on my sandwhich that the woman who was making it couldn't really close the bread over the top.

Over the weekend, I started writing a short story. I wrote about a fifth of it was I was studying for my LS2 midterm. Bits and pieces of the story are all scattered about the pages of my Immunology Power Point print out. It's coming along well... except for the fact that I haven't worked on it since Monday. But the idea is there, and I like it a lot. Maybe after I finish it, I'll post it, thought perhaps it might be a bit too lengthy.

After reading "Pastures of Heaven" though, Steinbeck puts my writing to shame. He's so talented in his ability to develop characters, motive, story, etc. in what really seems like such few pages to be able to do so. I shouldn't compare myself though -- I'm not quite a Nobel Laureate. I find that I enjoy the way I write though. I read though it afterwards, and find it to have such a natural flow in terms of thought and dialogue. And man, although as a whole the writing may not be outstanding, there are a few really sweet lines; you know, the kind that a reader would underline. That makes me feel pretty good.

Something was really funny today.
G(globe) Glo(globe)bal.

Go Gloobal.

Haha.

No really, that was really funny to me.

Man, I am such a loser. Slash... so tired. I shouldn't write so late in the night... or early in the morning MMMMM???? Fuck. It's late.