1am Journal Time.
15 years ago
I 'should' be sleeping, in preparation for my big day; that is, my interview into the journalism program at Mount Royal, but instead I will write my very first journal entry. I am still very nervous for the interview, as it will truly base whether or not I continue in this field, but I just need to focus, calm myself, and wear something great (note to self: iron shirt).
This week has been hectic; revision of nearly 12 assignments, all to be handed in for March 29th, one essay to be complete on scale within John Donne's Valediction poems, a group assignment (fml) of communication genius, Harold Innis (who I thankfully have studied before, making this project much easier for myself), and finally, an essay in French about my perfect house. Phew.
My room is a mess. I tried to figure out which articles of clothing I don't want in my possession, and threw a majority of them on the floor, in hopes that it would help me organize. It only added to clutter. Seeing as I have no time to do anything (specifically play Final Fantasy XIII, which is amazing by the way), I probably should have tried to keep my room in order.
Speaking of Final Fantasy XIII, I have been waiting nearly three years with immense anticipation. It has failed to disappoint me thus far, though I have only played a meager 15 hours since its release last Tuesday. I am spellbound by the game, the characters, the landscapes, the graphics, the music, and the development that I've seen in only one disc (of three).
It is late. Time for me to set 10 alarm clocks, in hopes that one will wake me up in the morning, ensuring my arrival at a group meeting in the morning. I bid all of you on FA a goodnight, and I hope to post more music and journals and reviews and maybe even spice it up with some of my own artwork. Night.
Vern <3
This week has been hectic; revision of nearly 12 assignments, all to be handed in for March 29th, one essay to be complete on scale within John Donne's Valediction poems, a group assignment (fml) of communication genius, Harold Innis (who I thankfully have studied before, making this project much easier for myself), and finally, an essay in French about my perfect house. Phew.
My room is a mess. I tried to figure out which articles of clothing I don't want in my possession, and threw a majority of them on the floor, in hopes that it would help me organize. It only added to clutter. Seeing as I have no time to do anything (specifically play Final Fantasy XIII, which is amazing by the way), I probably should have tried to keep my room in order.
Speaking of Final Fantasy XIII, I have been waiting nearly three years with immense anticipation. It has failed to disappoint me thus far, though I have only played a meager 15 hours since its release last Tuesday. I am spellbound by the game, the characters, the landscapes, the graphics, the music, and the development that I've seen in only one disc (of three).
It is late. Time for me to set 10 alarm clocks, in hopes that one will wake me up in the morning, ensuring my arrival at a group meeting in the morning. I bid all of you on FA a goodnight, and I hope to post more music and journals and reviews and maybe even spice it up with some of my own artwork. Night.
Vern <3