I am rather relieved that my semester is over, and yet I shall dearly miss it. My Tolkien class - the highlight of my entire school career - shall never again be experienced. Ah, woe is me.
Anyway, I am glad that I am done. That means only one more year to go, and I graduate with my wonderfully useless English degree (with a history minor I might add). Why can't you have a degree called "I am a Writer", so publishers will know who to contact once you graduate? That would make things a lot easier for yours truly. I mean seriously, it is a pain in the ass trying to get something published because you really do have to hope that you get the right editor at the right time, otherwise your story (or poem) is crap. "Oh, you wrote a fantastic poem about the troubles of our time? Great. Sorry, but we're looking for mindless crap this quarter, so maybe you could try sending your worthless poem to Big Time Crapoholic Magazine." "Well, thank you so much Editor of Whatever Literary Magazine I Decided to Send to this Month." Grrr.
Anywho. Enough of my bitching. I will be ecstatic once my girlie gets up here. It is will be the first Christmas (and subsequently New Year's) that I will spend with a girlfriend. Very splendid indeed. So I am off to work on some much required personal projects.
-Boone
PS - If anyone wants to come up for our New Year's Orgy Spectacular, my room mate will be gone for a week. :: winks ::
Anyway, I am glad that I am done. That means only one more year to go, and I graduate with my wonderfully useless English degree (with a history minor I might add). Why can't you have a degree called "I am a Writer", so publishers will know who to contact once you graduate? That would make things a lot easier for yours truly. I mean seriously, it is a pain in the ass trying to get something published because you really do have to hope that you get the right editor at the right time, otherwise your story (or poem) is crap. "Oh, you wrote a fantastic poem about the troubles of our time? Great. Sorry, but we're looking for mindless crap this quarter, so maybe you could try sending your worthless poem to Big Time Crapoholic Magazine." "Well, thank you so much Editor of Whatever Literary Magazine I Decided to Send to this Month." Grrr.
Anywho. Enough of my bitching. I will be ecstatic once my girlie gets up here. It is will be the first Christmas (and subsequently New Year's) that I will spend with a girlfriend. Very splendid indeed. So I am off to work on some much required personal projects.
-Boone
PS - If anyone wants to come up for our New Year's Orgy Spectacular, my room mate will be gone for a week. :: winks ::