I submitted my poem today. Turns out today we were just setting up for the workshop ... we exchanged papers and that's it. We all take them home, review them, and then on Friday we give them back and talk about them. GREAT. AWESOME. LET'S JUST PROLONG MY SUFFERING, IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT MUCH TO ME.

However, there is a ray of sunshine. One of the poems I'm reviewing is three pages worth of "He'd turned around & caused my life abundant stress & misery" (direct quote, she even used "&" instead of "and"). Every line is a cliche, which my prof has railed against until he was blue in the face, and there's no discernable attempt to keep to a specific form. Every other line will rhyme, which seems like it's on purpose, except that every now and then she'll switch to a three-lined or two-lined stanza instead of four, and then it doesn't rhyme at all.

I felt better when I saw that. It's not the most kind thing I've ever said, but... think about it. Nothing's ever so bad if you can fathom for even a second that someone has it worse than you. The girl spelled "bear" as "bare," for goodness sake. No matter what happens, at least I didn't suck that bad.

I have work today. I'm alternatively relieved and totally unexcited. I need money painfully bad, but this job is not inspiring. Of anything. Not even relative fondness. It would be cool if I had an online job. I'm already working minimum wage with no hope for a raise, promotion, commission, or even tips. It's a dead end job and I'm barely getting four hours a week, where I used to get twenty-five, because "business is so bad" and "we really should keep on the seasonals, we're so short-staffed." Arrrgh. FIRE THE SEASONALS AND THEN THERE'D BE MORE HOURS TO GO AROUND.

/unhappy.

Before I go to finish my homework before my shift, I have to share last night's dream. I know, I know. Dreams. Giant bananas and talking rainbows. Whatever. My dreams aren't like that, and this one certainly wasn't.

This is what I wrote on my ipod while I was at school, in a spare minute: "I was the captain of a spaceship, or at least, watching the captain; aliens with human faces were invading, taking over the universe. They did it by infecting you and changing you into them. We were the only ship in the quadrant, by some unhappy mistake, and somehow we had to keep them from getting to Earth. They attacked us, and it was immediately clear this wasn't going to be a fair fight. Their firepower was too strong. We bought some time by hiding where they couldn't see us -- right on the back of their ship. A maneuver of theirs shook us loose and suddenly they were boarding the ship. It was total mayhem. Right and left, hundreds of people were being infected, and once infected, used to infect all the rest. It was an impossible fight. Wearing black meant you were still safe, still human, and the last thing I remember is running to an escape pod with what appeared to be a small SWAT team of goth girls. Then my alarm went off."

Oh yeah. It was kickass, to say in the least. Also fairly demonstrative of my inner fear that the sins of the people around me will eventually corrupt me, which is to be expected, given that it's a dream, but it's a movie I'd watch, if it were a movie. Like zombies meets Star Trek.

All right, folks. I'm liable to be screwed if I don't get my homework done xD I apologize for keeping the features the same, I don't have time to do a new one right now.