Spring

i haven't much time to write. i scarcely have enough time to get done what needs getting done--i have over-stretched myself that much. what with recital choir, an extra english class and events at work...

i just wanted to record here for posterity's sake that i am actually doing all the reading for all my classes and i am actively trying to get a higher GPA this quarter. something like this has never happened before: there has always been at least one class, sometimes more, in which i neglect the reading because it is dull, etc. see how i can exert myself?

yesterday at work, my boss informed me, in the kindest of tones, that she wouldn't want me to leave the bookstore in search of another job. truth be told, i had been contemplating this ever since february, the month that marked a year of my working there. i've never stayed at a job for one year before and now that such a feat had been reached, i no longer felt compelled to stay. call me inconstant, but once i know i can do something, i immediately move on to the next challenge. i know i must stay until july because a fellow employee is going away on vacation for that entire month and it would be cruel of me to leave when my boss needs me so desperately. but after july, who knows? she does not think that i would need a job with better pay, but i think i do. i value the experience i'm gaining at the bookstore, but i really, REALLY, need to get out of retail. i need to experience the equally cold environment of the corporate world so that i can exhibit a small degree of professionalism in accumulating a resume. it doesn't seem worth it, but when it comes to work, hardly anything is.

speaking of challenges, the extra english class i'm taking requires its students to write a 12-15 page course paper. this brings to mind the many agonies i underwent this time last year in trying to write my 10 page humcore research paper. let us hope the extra two pages do not rob me of my sanity entirely.

and to close. in the past, i have encountered two literary characters that i heartily and wholly despise:

Daisy Buchanan from The Great Gatsby
and
Catherine Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights

Antigone from Sophocles' play nearly annoyed me enough to add her to the list as well, but i still believe that those two women take the cake when it comes to despicable female characters. i could not enjoy either of their novels because of them. even the women in Jane Austen's novel do not surpass them in their capacity to annoy. Ms. Bingley and Lucy Steele i can bear, for Austen derives many witticisms on behalf of their foolishness which makes amends for their irritating personalities in general. plus, Austen's heroines tend to feel the same way about them as the reader does, which makes us all of an accord. but Daisy Buchanan and Catherine Earnshaw...eugh.

and now that this is writ, i must return to my studies. i hope when next i post, i will still be myself and not the worse for having a little too much on my plate.