11:41 am - Friday, Feb. 28, 2003
Song:
Sitting at school and bitching with those who I know how to do it best with. And that's a skill, right.
I'm supposed to be considering. Writing a piece for the two week residence. Writing workshop. I'm thinking mean things about writing talent.
I have to write about words. I love words, I write about them all the time. A time when they changed me in some way or another.
All I can think though is that I won't impress them. There's nothing about me that stands out the way it should. So why would what I say make them want me there.