Oh Just Things

And I'm Just Griping

Been sick for the past couple of days, it kinda sucks because I lost time working on my grad school application…

Yeah, it feels weird seeing that phrase in reference to myself.

I don’t expect to get in. I dunno, I just don’t have the confidence to think I will. The people that get into this are good, and if I’m kind to myself I’d say I’m “ya know, alright. I’m okay. Yeah, I’m okay.”

But it is giving me something to look forward to, and aspire for. I’m working on the assumption I’m going to get in. So I’m planning to read a whole bunch, and try to get through a book a week.

I have a backlog of books, and quite a few of them are biographies OR memoirs. I haven’t been able to get through because of my vision. But between my kindle, my Vyvanse, and a new pair of prescription readers I think I could handle it.

I also have medical leave coming up for an upcoming surgery, so I’m going to split that time between Starfield, reading, and writing the novel.

My other worry, and I know its too soon, is what should my capstone / thesis be? I have the rough idea of “spooky Brooklyn,” so far though I haven’t found any leads.

There’s also the wrestling idea, which was to write about an indie wrestling promotion based here in NYC. The problem is with that, I’m worried about my social anxiety. There’s a lot of interaction, talking, people… I’m not really great at any of them.

I was also thinking about some sort of memoir, like an epic trip. That’s money, I can’t exactly take a couple of months off for that. Especially, I’m not exactly sure what the point would be. America is fucked? Yeah, no shit.

I’ll have to keep working on it. Assuming, I do get in, I’ll have some time to figure it out.