So after six months I think it's finally time to knock my most recent journal entry off my front page. Don't have much to say. I did a lot of work for a few months, had a lot of readings, was published several times, sold some chapbooks, had an interview on Loyola's radio station. Now I'm stuck in a poetry rut with a mean case of writer's block and little motivation. Couldn't come at a worse time as there is a big feminist poetry contest I'm going to enter and need to come up with something I'm proud of by the end of May.

I have a lot of shit going on in my life. Swamped with homework. Need to pack up and move out of my apartment and into a new one by the end of the month. I'm having a hard time feeling motivated to socialize. The only person I make an effort to see socially is my boyfriend. Sometimes I go to parties still, although I'm very selective in which ones I choose to go to.

This all makes me life seem very stressful and depressing. It sort of is, but eh, I feel like it's mostly just the weather. Once it's warmer I'll be glad to be alive again. On that note, as soon as I graduate I'm moving somewhere that is warm and temperate all year round. So sick of these brutal Chicago winters.