No Lyrics!

I feel rather bad about always throwing lyrics out there at people and not really telling any news. So you're getting a real post for once.

Today was extremely frustrating, but good, and everything is more or less under control at the moment. I've got a lot of work, but I think there's just about enough time for all of it. I took a half-hour nap this evening because I was totally tired, and that helped me get through the rest of my reading. The Habbakuk project is coming up soon, as is my Art History paper, and of course the two exams I have to take this week. Tomorrow will be spent studying for World Civ, and Wednesday will be spent studying for Anthropology. If you get an extra minute, prayers would be greatly appreciated.

So one of the things that made today good (definitely not the crit) was going to talk to Professor Perrin. I picked her brains about professorial stuff, and while it was depressing to hear how colleges and universities are pretty much flooded right now, it was overall a very encouraging talk. I almost wept at one point. I finally got up the courage to ask her if she thought I could eventually write good poetry, if I kept on working, and she said "without a doubt." Yeah. That's more vindication than I ever looked for, and so I almost cried. I've been doing that a lot lately.

We also talked about the nature of perfectionism, and the nature of art, and the want to make something good that will last. And she said something that isn't new to me, but it was really nice to hear someone I respect that much confirm it. Art is "choosing to live a certain way." Yeah, that makes sense to me. Not whether or not I ever write the 'perfect' poem or paint the 'perfect' picture, but a way of living that incorporates as an integral part (perhaps I should say "is based off of") a love for creating.

So that was cool. I'm going to beard a few people that I know can critique poetry, and have them look at my stuff.... whatever it takes. = )

One of these days, I'm going to be an artist.