Where's that Bobby Blake tape!?!?!

So this is that Sunday before school begins, and yes Salliemae dispersed that good ol' gov'ment check. Betta had, Sallie! I think I might wind up changing the tempo of my entries… bring in some fictional material, mix it up a bit. This blog was purposed to assist me write through my classes this semester. Blogging keeps me conscious of my audience, which is “crucial” to writing—gotta know who you’re writing to, and it gives “the voice” a good workout—getting that (the voice) on the page, as they would say in the department. Fiction Department. My goal is to make page count—having to struggle the last few moments of the semester going blind at the computer trying to jerk off the remaining twenty pages has been my song for the past two semesters. It’s impossible!

I need to learn how to write through trying times and bad semesters, (cuz I'm a writer) so I blog! This is why you’ve been created. This is the age of discovery—I’m going to discover how to do this. With your help, whomever you are. My concern, though, for the semester is (and I always have a concern) is that I’m bearing more than I can carry. Instead of pacing myself and being practical about the semester I feel like I bulldogged my way through my schedule. I’m taking two fiction courses, no less than a hundred typed pages, I’m taking a history, a literature course, tutoring and a science—expecting a serious amount of writing for each class. I work five days a week, in school four days a week, weekends equal homework—its best that I don’t have a boyfriend walking into this, I’m looking at a lot of nonnegotiable reading. I’m growing my hair this semester and I’m trying to gain weight—I’mma busy little bee, at least I will be; school early in the morning, work late in the evenings. Keep your mind on task, Ken. Focus, Ken, focus. So there in a nutshell is it! No partying, no drinking, no smoking, no dro, no boys, no Brown Boy, no sex…well maybe a little Brown Boy… and BusS Loads of masturbation! No pun intended.