A silly and pointless update

I have to constantly remind myself that the Donut Whole is not a good place to write because the citizens of Wichita, Kansas have no sense of decorum. It's seems simple. I learned when I was young (not explicitly but through experience), that it is not polite to yell, laugh like a Hyena, or shout in small, enclosed places. This is not a particularly hard cultural practice to follow. I now know the life stories of several people in this coffee shop.

It is very difficult for me to write in the summer. I'm not sure when, but for as long as I can remember, I designated summers for writing music. For the past four years that's all I've been able to do, write songs. I maybe generate two or three mediocre poems. Frustrating. 

I'm thinking about switching to an MA to get out of here faster. There is something so vital lacking in this city. Public transportation is pitiful, the bar scene is awful (you get kicked out and screamed at by 1am),  the 6th floor of Lindquist hall is filled with awful politics, and I get paid way to little to put up with it. I like Workshop, but it's unlikely that I will find a job teaching creative writing. American education is in a bad place and I hope teach abroad. You don't need an MFA to do that. So why not just get an MA or a teaching certificate? I'm not convincing myself....

Why is it that I only blog when I am annoyed or unhappy? That's a terrible quality. The next post will celebrate something ridiculous.

On the bright side, I didn't get sucked up in a tornado last night!