Inspiration Struck Me at the Right Time, Wrong Place

There are times I wish I was connected to the computer. The strangest thoughts and ideas pop in my head at the most inconvenient times (in relation to getting them on my blog).

I was just planning to write my next entry and ignore the fact that my blog has been inactive for five months. I thought if I had to explain myself everytime I don't write in, half of the entries here would be explanations of what is essentially the laziness at the core of my being.

So here is Excuse #1: Inspiration Struck Me at the Right Time But at the Wrong Place. Let's see how many I can come up with.

For those of you who have been following my life, I've essentially finished the academic requirements for my Masters Degree in English. I only have two more requirements: pass the comprehensive exam, of which I am nervous about; and write my thesis, of which I am frustrated about.

The comprehensive exam covers practically everything I took up on this course and I'm afraid I won't pass it. I'm actually going to hire a tutor to help me review for it. My fear isn't completely unfounded. The subjects which the exam would focus on are subjects I took close to three years ago.

The thesis is going to be a pain. My professor keeps leading me to write one on Ilonggo poetry. I'm resisting this because poetry is not one of my strengths and I've always been embarrassingly uninterested in local literature. My interests have always lain westward. So I'm trying to find a thesis that will get me my degree but one I would actually, if not enjoy doing, at least finish.

Teaching is what I'm doing and what I want to do "when I grow up." Dad proposed this project to the NCAA that I really, really, really want to be a part of. Fortunately everyone's fired up about it that it will probably see fruition soon. Unfortunately everyone's so fired up about it that they all want to be a part of it. Space is at a premium. Even nepotism (a system I despise unless I'm the beneficiary) won't help me here!

I'm being purposely mum about the project because I don't know if I should be talking about it and I believe that if you talk about something before it gets a chance to get its feet wet, you jinx it.

As for the rest of it, my life I mean, it's routine. I was originally going to write "tedious" but I refuse to label my life negatively since I'm solely responsible for it. If I admit that my life is tedious, I'll have to face the fact that I'm not doing anything about it. Denial may be an unhealthy way to deal with life but right now I'll take anything that works.

Tomorrow morning Mom is leaving for Manila to be with my niece on her birthday. I'll have the house to myself. Yes, that is an evil grin you can feel emanating from the screen.

Tedious my ass!