Tuesday, May 1, 2012

"The pen is the tongue of the soul..." -Miguel de Cervantes

Well, I've got just about four weeks left of senior year.

Which, of course, would be the time that I have a nervous breakdown.

I had a little bit of a falling out with Economics homework and a literature assignment last night, so that was fun.  I'm doing better now, but I can't say that I wasn't medicated.  (Nutella is a drug.)

Also, I have to go to the doctor today which is like being on the outskirts of Hell totally my favorite thing ever.  I'm just having some weird symptoms so we'll see.  I'll let you know if I'm dying or something.

I feel like I spend a lot of time at the doctor's.  Honestly, I've never been sickly, and yet somehow I keep having to go back for one reason or another.  I think all the nurses know me by now, which makes the embarrassing questions they have to ask absolutely horrifying all the easier and more comfortable for me.  Mom joked that I should just rent a room there and do all my school at the clinic.  I did not laugh.

Anywhoo, in other news, I am struggling with words.  I am in a fiction writing class, and I'm made to churn out a short story every other week.  This is not going as I had hoped.

I have a good grade in the class, but only one of my story's has been a complete success, and that was the first story I ever turned in.  So sending in a story, having it be critiqued by your classmates and teacher, after having spent hours laboring over it and growing very attached to it, is no fun.  I do not like this one bit.

Stories are a little part of me.  I put a lot of work into them and I never do it halfway.  I analyze every sentence.  Every line.  And I put pieces of my heart into it and spend forever trying to convey them prettily... and then no one likes it, or a few people in your class confuse your female character with a boy or they all decide there are too many adjectives.

That, my friends, is what we call a colossal bummer.

It's taking away my desire to write fiction.

At least my parents like what I write.  But they also like it when I dance and we all know that that's not something anyone else wants to see.


P.S.  Would any of you guys be upset if I changed the name of the blog, or should I keep it Pasta and Waffles forever?


  1. I say, keep on writing and dancing. Yes. Both. :)

    1. :) I guess that does sound like the most fun option!

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  3. Agh! Sorry. That was an accident. Anyways, I love your blog posts. Your writing makes me laugh, and I can totally relate. The doctor's seriously is torture.

    1. Thanks, Josie! :) And no kidding. It's traumatic. :P

  4. "At least my parents like what I write." I can relate to that... :)

    I can also relate to your... um... strong dislike of doctors. I don't have anything against them personally - I just don't especially care for all the poking, prodding, sticking, stabbing, slicing, and dicing. :D

    Also, I think we've met before (sort of)... we both write for The Film Dissectors, I believe. As there was never a formal introduction, though - nice to meet you. :) I'm enjoying the posts here, and your blog title is awesome, too. *goes into kitchen for snack* :)

    1. Thanks, Corey! Nice to meet you, too. :) I'm glad you like the blog name! By the way, love your blog as well. :) And I'm afraid I haven't posted on Film Dissectors in quite a while... but I should get back on the wagon!


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