the poets always stick together.
and people admit,
well, i do also write poetry, but i'm here for...
it's a good crowd. i've not had any time alone yet, so i just warned everyone,
when i'm sitting in the corner crying, just ignore me. i'll have an emotional breakdown if i don't get some alone time.
my roommate and i (she's a fiction writer), get along fine. which is nice. but! i have a built in companion when i'd rather just be on my own. in one sense it's good that it makes me get out and talk. in the other (the other being, that i know what happens after i've been "on" for several consecutive days), i wear out completely emotionally. it's exhausting being attentive and fun. i hate it.
i know i'm not the only one, and many commiserate with me. they tell me of secluded spots they've found, but it's nothing like being in your room in your undies for hours and vegetating hardcore. that's the kind of alone i need. the impenetrable alonness of the socially awkward.
we had a reception last night, bottles and bottles of wine. we were all feeling pretty good and i am glad i didn't bring anything but all anyone could say was,
i wish we had some rum.
and there will be a few cash bar receptions coming up,
but wine never tastes as good when you pay for it(as one of the other writers noted).
there's a guy whose got a mowhawk, piercings, and tats galore.
are we going to get to see it up? it looks like a good one.
no, i forgot my gel.
damn.
ah well, can't have everything. sounds like we'll be back here new years. i never have anything to do on the holidays so this will be nice. and it will be freezing. i'm told to bring several things, snow boots being one.
guess i'll have to look into getting some.
it is well. never finished the 820 page book, my prof laughed. i am nearing 700 (i made it to 698), and he said,
what kind of parent are you, never read harry potter.
i told her,
i'll buy you the book, now go away.
he laughed.
i had no interest, still have no interest in reading the series. none at all. just because of the time issues involved. now if it were my genre, yes. but it's not.
sitting around at dinner last night a poet came up.
she wrote this poem ...
ah, yes, i have her books with me.
so i'm lugging around, today, two of the books of the poet we mentioned. i hope to use them for my semester study. heard one of the potential poets last night. afuckingmazing. it is nice to know whatever prof i get will be a good deal.
gotta run. have to critque poems for workshop at 9 am. i am the second person on deck to get critiqued, so i got off easy in that i only have to do one person's work today.
i'm behind though. i hate to be behind. but i hate to read the work of another poet when i'm not in the right frame of mind. it really is bad form.
it is well. i have no cell service here, it's kind of nice. isolate.
we'll see how i fare in workshop today.
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