The Nunnery

School is about to start again. This is fine although I have had a good dose of disillusionment surrounding college. I have finally figured it all out. I take classes that teach me too little; I once thought this was because most of my classes have been taken through community colleges, but upon talking with slews of people taking classes at state universities and finding that their classes are almost just like mine, I have given this self-deprecating notion up. Then the high mucks of academia present me with a piece of paper that allows me to seek a job using everyone to whom I am acquainted to achieve this end (it's all in who you know, after all). This leaves me with a salary, which is nice, but spending my days in a cubicle or some other equally undesirable place for most of the rest of my life.

Oddly, I am still sticking with this whole "education" thing despite the future anguish that is surely impending.

I was bored last night and happened upon a book called The Diary of a Provincial Lady and read it cover to cover (if one can say, "Cover to cover" about an ebook). Why this book by an author I've never heard of about everyday life in England during the 1930's so engulfed me I cannot say.

At least I can entertain myself.

I have recently been utilizing "stream of consciousness" exercises in my writing. Reading over this entry, I think I see its influence.

Also, I started writing an adventure story. It sprouted from a dream I dreamed. I am not certain where it is going, though I have been making more of an attempt to outline my stories and potential books so that I know where I am heading. We shall see.