no time for nothing; a bitch blog

I gots no time for nothins
not even somethin
go here
go there
a never ending cycle
of muni, work, muni, bed
no time to look at a watch
no time to take a breath
no time to do anything fun
but fold jeans till my death
and thats why i got no time for nothins
not even somethin
stuck in the rut of 9-5
no lunch, no break
just going till it's gone
now no time to look at daisies
no time to read food labels
i'm left with no time for nothins
not even somethin
what the fuck can i do?



So it's angering when I try and get back on track with studying and actually going to classes and then I get thrown with a ton of hours at work. Yes, I put in my two weeks notice but so many things are coming up in THIS week that I need a solid amount of time for. Plus, I am recovering from bronchitis... seriously... I am angered cause I don't have time for anything, not a tutor, not to clean up the bathroom, not to sit down and eat, not to actually read the required pages in Frankenstein. When did everything start getting out of hand? fuck is the precise word for this situation: too much to do and not enough time. fuck. THIS IS A BITCH BLOG. nothing philisophical or mildly interesting just bitching.

goal #1

For my english 214 class we are reading selected chapters from John R. Tremble's, Writing with Style and something that really turned on the lightbulb was chapter 7 on readability. I understand that this is just a blog, nothing more or less, and that most people like myself are writing for themselves. The whole point of readability is connecting with your reader and being natural. Tremble says, "It [being natural] shows me that he or she trusts me enough to show vulnerability and not be afraid of me," which I feel I do exemplify yet also lack. From now on I am going to try and have prose that is precise, conscious, easy and fresh. I just feel like I try so hard not to give names and specifics that my blog becomes formal and stuffy. So I'll try and write like I am talking to you the readers (even if there is only two) as if you were sitting across the coffee table from me with a danish in one hand and a look of enticement spread on your face.