ive got lots to talk about. ill try and keep it short tho.
birfday.
last thursday, april 29th. 22 yrs old. my mama called me that morning and sang happy birfday to me & had everyone who walked into the office for the duration of the phone call wish me a happy birfday as well. my daddy also called, as he always does, and said he put some money into my acct as a present.
me, candis, lanetta and malynta went shopping. i bought stuff i didn't need. then we met up with lamarco at applebee's. candis bought me sunflowers and paid for my dinner. it was nice... we had fun. i got pictures, but i cant upload them onto my computer cause my computer's a hater.
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class.
im takin literature of the american south this may term, and though the class itself is pretty boring most times, the material is often fascinating. what i like best is a documentary the professor's showin us called 'tell about the south: voices in black and white.' it's amazing. beautifully so. it's basically a chronicle of the history of southern literature, peppered with some life stories of some famous folk and dramatic readings of the works of others. it's situated in 3 parts, and the first began w/ the 18th century. also in that episode was a summary of an article written by a guy named Mencken called "The Saharah of the Bozart." he basically shitted on the south all the way thru, sayin overall that the ppl here are too dumb & uncultured to ever appreciate the arts or produce a poet.
this film series helped me to finally decide what to do with the rest of myself. im gonna write. officially. i have officially declared that im gonna be a writer. a southern one, at that.
im excited. and i want a copy of that documentary.
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the speech.
i didn't get picked to read it @ graduation. i was crushed and thought about emailing the deans and that other lady and basically telling them about themselves. i wasn't surprised at not gettin picked; i think part of me wanted them to reconsider b/c it wld make transy look good. but fuck them and fuck makin this school look good; all they did was prove the pts i made in my speech.
as soon as i found out i didn't get it, i sent a copy of my speech and had them print it. i wanted to make sure it got out there somehow.
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derby.
ill speak on that later.
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columbia.
this is where im thinkin about goin to school. it's in chicago. i wanna apply to their fiction dept, but the deadline for that has long since passed and plus they require a 30 pg writing sample. 30 pgs of fiction. i dont have ANY fiction. i dont know how to write it. im tryna learn how to write it, which is why i wanna get in. so, not havin the samples, i was gonna apply to their poetry dept. they require 20 pgs of poetry. the deadline is the 14th. i was gonna do that, but i mean, if i apply this late in the game, housing isn't guaranteed, and i get no scholarships or nuthin.
so im officially takin the yr off from school. gonna go to louisville and find me a gig, maybe with Americorps. and most importantly, im gonna write. im gonna read and im gonna write the whole yr.
im excited.
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graduation.
may 22nd. it's almost here.
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i edited this section b/c im still a secretive lil sumn when ya get right down to it, so never u mind.
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