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My application's in to SIUE, by the way. It has been for a little while, and it's significantly ahead of the deadline which is a novel fucking thing for me. I'm not going to get into the old, dull rehash of how mortifying it was to put myself out there and ask for letters of recommendations even from close friends, much less professors who'd written for me before but, incidentally, it was not a problem.
I'm self-conscious about my writing ability in terms of the submitted essay as a work illustrating my talent and ability to find appropriate resources, but that's just nerves talking. It makes sense for me to not be where I want to be at, or applying for admissions wouldn't make nearly as much sense. I hope it's sufficient, but if it's not, there's always a next time.
My hobby right now if keeping really, really busy. I write an extensive list of big and small things I've been intending to do or that have come up, and I basically just kind of work at that until I hit a wall and relaxing is all I really can do. The amount of work varies depending on how I feel. Sometimes that wall comes a lot sooner than other times. Money is my big stressor. I can't do much more than I already am to resolve that, but I'm not going to become homeless, so I have to acclimate to the pace and lifestyle that I'm in right now until things change.
Some of my tasks are really pretty strange sounding. They don't make much of a reasonable difference in my immediate quality of life, but kind of represent things I've been meaning to do for a long time and kept putting off exactly because they don't make much of a difference in my quality of life. I transcribed the beginnings of a novel I was writing when I was about 12 or so to Google Drive, and I'm backing up online journal entries in the event the servers go kaput. That's been interesting. I've got logs since 2003, and they're not always fun to recap. I've changed a lot in a few ways and not much in others. I played the 'what would you tell your past self' game a little while ago, but I haven't come up with a satisfactory answer.
I'm self-conscious about my writing ability in terms of the submitted essay as a work illustrating my talent and ability to find appropriate resources, but that's just nerves talking. It makes sense for me to not be where I want to be at, or applying for admissions wouldn't make nearly as much sense. I hope it's sufficient, but if it's not, there's always a next time.
My hobby right now if keeping really, really busy. I write an extensive list of big and small things I've been intending to do or that have come up, and I basically just kind of work at that until I hit a wall and relaxing is all I really can do. The amount of work varies depending on how I feel. Sometimes that wall comes a lot sooner than other times. Money is my big stressor. I can't do much more than I already am to resolve that, but I'm not going to become homeless, so I have to acclimate to the pace and lifestyle that I'm in right now until things change.
Some of my tasks are really pretty strange sounding. They don't make much of a reasonable difference in my immediate quality of life, but kind of represent things I've been meaning to do for a long time and kept putting off exactly because they don't make much of a difference in my quality of life. I transcribed the beginnings of a novel I was writing when I was about 12 or so to Google Drive, and I'm backing up online journal entries in the event the servers go kaput. That's been interesting. I've got logs since 2003, and they're not always fun to recap. I've changed a lot in a few ways and not much in others. I played the 'what would you tell your past self' game a little while ago, but I haven't come up with a satisfactory answer.