join the army, hippie

i think at this point i am officially a writer

because i have been working on a novel for ~3 years and have nothing of substance to show for it, but i have gone out drinking a time or two.

it could be worse. i could have one successful novel, which i could never match. that must be awful, also. also, it could be awful to have all of your novels be successful but then wonder if you even believe in them anymore, right? i really don't know much about this, i'm just going by things i heard woody allen say.

my friends all laughed at my woody allen impression, and said it wasn't like him. but then when i heard theirs' i realized that they hadn't actually ever seen or heard him, and were just basing it on a particularly mediocre episode of family guy.

today we had a new student orientation, for people who are just beginning graduate school. i and a another girl (who started when i did) both introducted ourselves as 3rd year students. then afterwards we realized that we were actually 4th year students. i lost a year in about 45 seconds there.

and then. i had class with a professor that i am on relatively friendly terms with, but no one else was (they're just babies.) and it was okay but also a bit surreal. and i'm pretty sure i've already read all of the assigned reading for the course. what what what

elvis costello is my favorite elvis.

one of my early creation myths was that i was named after elvis, but the one that i now think is the most likely is that they went with the first name in the book of names, because everyone was really busy in the 80s.

i don't think i'm gonna do much of anything.

but at least i'm not writing poetry

tomorrow i ride the train. more to follow.