I have soooo many things to write about! I have, like, a million hundred posts swirling in my head. My notebooks are filling up faster these days with little phrases or keywords that I jot down with the hopes that I’ll remember what they mean when I finally get around to reviewing them and composing some sort of banter to post on this blog. Why is it, then, that this blog sits here untouched, neglected, unloved?
Since I got laid off, I’ve written four posts. FOUR!!! What the hell have I been doing with my time? Sure, I could blame it on excessive partying, which is partly true, but it’s not like hangovers can literally stop you from laying in bed and typing up a post about whatever you did the night before that gave you such a fucking hangover in the first place…isn’t that what you want to read about anyway? Aren’t the stories what you stop by here barely, if ever every once in a while for? It’s not like I don’t have the time to write.
Now, after contemplating my next steps, I’ve decided to go back to school and pursue my Masters degree. I’ve found the perfect program for what I want to do (teach), however, one of the admission requirements is a passing grade on the state certification test. There is only one more test given before the application deadline, which is in three weeks. From the day I found out I needed to take and pass this test, I have three weeks. Three weeks to try and cram all those high school and undergraduate English courses back into my brain. My brain hasn’t studied more than the TV Guide for years! (Not really true.) And it’s not like English is such a cut and dry subject, it’s basically endless. I’ve been in flash card HELL eight hours a day for the past week. I have two weeks until the test. From today. And I’m terrified! If I don’t pass, I don’t get accepted, and THEN WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?!?
I feel kind of like I’m a senior in high school again, stressing over whether or not my choice school will accept me because if they don’t, like, O.M.G., like, what the heck am I gonna do then? Like, my life will be like, totally over, and like, Jonny will never want to marry me and then he’ll all, like Lauren and marry her instead, and then like omgican’teventhinkaboutit. I, like, TOTALLY HAVE TO GET IN!!!
Okay, well, maybe not exactly like that. But it’s still stressful. I’ll likely pull more than one all-nighter between now and the day of the test, and they won’t be the kind of all-nighter I’d prefer if you know what I mean…
I hope to be able to break long enough to post more since the fact that I’ve published FOUR posts in the last two months just annoys me, but I can’t promise anything really until after this test. So please bear with me and wish me luck. I’m seriously going to need it. And instead of wishing me luck if you feel like, oh sending beer money instead, that’d be cool too. I’ll need a lot of those too once this test is over.
GL on ur test!!!