Thursday, January 15, 2009

This Semester

I have been in such a positive mood thus far in the semester. Of course this is only the first week, but it's better to say it before it becomes a lie. I hope that made sense. Anyway, most of my classes are at least somewhat intellectually stimulating and that's something to be thankful for and upbeat about.

My blogs have been fewer and fewer it seems. The quick answer as to why, is that I've been terribly busy. At night my brain is so worn out that I can't string a set of thoughts together. My friend that I talked to on the phone today can attest to this. In my defense, at the time I was hyped on a fairly large supply of caffeine. It's a vicious circle taking a pill to help me fall asleep and then taking one to wake up. Sometimes I throw in an extra throughout the day to help me chill. My poor, poor liver. At least I admit that it's destructive and that it's a problem. Step one, right?

Anywho, I love old country music. I was brought up on it and unlike many other things I was brought up on (ie, Southern Baptist church and pork chops), it sort of stuck. It's a combination of the sound and the lyrics. The older the music, the more substance it has. The current song I'm listening to on the tellie is "I Don't Wanna Play House," by Tammy Wynette (circa 1967). How sad.

Entiways, my creative writing class is pretty cool. At the last class meeting he gave us two topic options to write (using any medium we wanted) something about. He allotted roughly 13-15 minutes for this. I was done in probably 6 minutes. While I waited on everybody else to finish, I wondered if the professor would either 1. Think I was lazy or 2. Think I was genius. Then, I started to think that I didn't care what he/she thought and that if I truly were genius, I wouldn't be wasting my time thinking such trivial things. So, in conclusion, I decided that I wasn't a genius but I was quite a thinker and speed writer. For some reason I analyze the shit out of things that don't matter much, but on something as important to me as actually writing, I jot it down and move on. I feel that if I analyze it too much, I will essentially destroy the integrity of the writing. So the question I have is this: When we analyze our lives and current situations, are we actually lessening the meaning of it?

Told you I had too much caffiene...

2 comments:

foxxy said...

i'm always initially happy with anything i write. if i go back and look at it five minutes later there will be something i want to change... if i go back five minutes after that there will be something else i want to change. i have blogs on myspace that i routinely edit for no reason, if nobody read them when i wrote them five years ago they for sure aren't checking for flow and syntax now. i don't know why i do this, but i do. i feel you on the done quickly thing, but the re-editing for me takes years. i'm never happy with the end result.

Medusa said...

I'm never happy with it either. But I knew pretty early on that this poem was not going to be a masterpiece. I wasn't inspired and the thought wasn't original. The professor pointed us in a direction and we drove down the road. However, I must admit, the poem wasn't bad...

Glad to see there's someone else who does these things.