Apparently I need to update.

I got an extremely fair review of my final paper for my Gender and Sexuality in International Literature Class, and I got a C overall for the class, which I am happy with. I will certainly take an 82% on the paper, considering it was...um, five pages shorter than the required length, had I not stretched it with some creative formatting. And also not cited completely properly. Cited yes, in MLA format, not so much. And it was certainly not as eloquent and well-written as I would have liked for it to be. On the other hand, it is generally said that you are your own worst critic. Had I graded that paper, I would have probably given it between a C- at best. Of course, I also know myself, and my writing, and know the potential of the paper, and that is the standard I hold myself to, even if others aren't. But to get a nice solid B- on a paper for a 5900-level English class gives me some confidence that my writing is not actually bad, and if I put in more effort, would actually be good. But also assures me that I did not miss my calling as an English major.

As much as I hate my job, and would gladly quit in three weeks, I think I'll stick it out until I know I have a job lined up, and can afford to go to school at the same time. Also, I'm kind of interested to see how it will be to work with Shannon. Though I'm not sure I can keep this up for too much longer. I get too attached to the kids.

The Utah Arts Festival was tons of fun, and next year I think I will definitely do more. I also have to say that I loved pouring wine, and that I am so doing my best to claim food court wine for any of my alcohol shifts next year, as at food court you can still hear the music, but you are not going to go deaf, and can hear what people are saying.


You know what, I know it isn't going to work out that way, and I'm cool with that, and it's not like I ever really thought it would, but if it were to, I would totally decide that maybe one thing's not such a bad idea in certain instances (particularly when paths aren't going to frequently cross paths unintentionally) and that yeah, it probably would be worth it, and I would be willing to give it a go. Of course, speculation means naught, when no action is accompanying.

Onwards with life.

And as much as I love it here, what I love is changing, and I'm not sure I'm as attached to the future as I am to the present, so when things are all said and done, I don't think it will be too hard to leave Utah.

I am now pretty much certain I've met my future self, and the things I say about her, I hope someone calls me on when it's me instead.