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Two in one day... this is crazy.
Okay, maybe not.
That boy I was talking about me having the potential for being a good blogger.
But what the hell is blogging?
I never really understood the concept, but hey, when I actually actively used Xanga I didn't care.
But now that I have some free time on my hands, I figured what the hell, might as well try, right?
Okay I lied, I should be doing something productive seeing as finals are soon, but let's not talk about that right now.
I... would like to blog.
I think it could be fun.
But where do I begin...
Any advice?
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hm.
I really liked writing poetry when I was younger. I even thought I was quite good at it. But looking back on it, my poetry skills kinda sucked a lot. I really enjoyed writing then, and still do now obviously. I just have not found the appropriate way to express myself. And by appropriate I really mean a form of writing that I'm good at and that people might actually like.
When I was younger, really only about five years ago, I really thought I would become a writer someday. I even tried writing stories, but I could never find a way to end things. Maybe that's life telling me that I'm not headed in the right direction, or that I have no sense of direction. Or, that I'm just not meant to be a writer. But I really don't think that is the case. I really do think that writing is somewhere in my future. i'll just have to wait and find out.
Maybe the problem with my writing is that it was strongly connected to a part of my life, a part of me, a group of people that I got rid of a long time ago. I didn't fit in their world anymore, and I gave it up. It was hard to do that at first, but eventually, like all things, I was finally able to let go. And in that process of letting go, I lost my gift and my inspiration. I tended to write about that particular group of friends, or at least a couple of individuals anyway, or maybe that is/was my problem. I haven't been inspired by anyone after that enough to produce anything that's worth reading. I have written poems since then, and at least one story as well. And they were awful. Or parts of them were awful anyway. I would always start in one place and completely end up in another unintentionally. Nothing made sense to me. Ever. I do have a few favorites, but they still are not the greatest. I wish I could get some decent writing skills back. Even on my papers here at college I haven't exactly gotten outstanding grades, and they haven't been extremely horrible either (okay, so some of them were, but it happens). I want my muse back. I don't want those people back, not all of them anyway, but I want the ability to write well back inside me.
My favorite English professor told us in a lecture that all the Romantics died young and stopped producing poetry, or stopped writing poetry by 30 or so. Maybe I'm like them, but dried up at a much faster rate. Or... who knows. I surely do not. I don't have any answers when it comes to writing.
Or maybe I do. Okay, so it's not really writing, but it's related. I am generally pretty good at evaluating essays and things like that. Not my own of course, but other people's work. I think that can be a valuable talent for my to possess, but I don't get to use it very often, and when I do, I'm generally shot down before I feel like my job is done. But really, who cares if their paper doesn't make sense. I shouldn't care either, but... I do. It bothers me when people don't let me help them when they know I have to power to do so.
People just don't care about things as much as they did anymore. They do whatever they have to to get by and fulfill their requirements. Not me. Okay let's not get too crazy. I will admit that is what I do sometimes, but I'm trying my hardest to not do that anymore. I need to care about the things I do. Everyone does... but they don't. | | |
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OMG! a post 2 days in a row...
clearly i have no life.
either that or that boy i mentioned is sucking me in to his computer/internet habits.
Sometimes... i just don't know what to feel. it's kind of unfortunate.
That's life for ya.
Sometimes.... i get really annoyed really easily....
Probably not a good thing.
I'm becoming a Keats fan i think.
Yay for new things.
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Seeing as I haven't posted anything on here in forever.... here it goes.
The school year is drawing to a close and classes are difficult. but go figure. that's what happens when you take all upper level courses.
I can't wait for summer.
I'm tired of it being cold outside.
There's this boy that's always on my mind, and I love him.
And like some people, I don't put it everywhere so that it annoys people. But whatever.
Okay... um...
On Thursday there will be 10 months till I'm 21 :)
Life is good for now, but it could be so much better... | | |
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I find this hilarious. It's not about me, but feel free to guess who it is on your own and why. Not that anybody will because no one visits my Xanga anymore.
Your need for love is very primal and basic. You can't imagine living without love.
And for you, love is something that's best expressed through touch.
You're always up for a hug or a cuddle. And you feel a bit rejected when you don't get enough affection.
Whether you're sharing a blanket or sharing an order of fries, you thrive when you're close to the person you love.
Why your love can last: You express your love freely and frequently
Why your love can fail: You can come off as clingy, and this freaks people out
Sometimes, i like being.... not so nice. 
Oh do i love blogthings.
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once again... it might all blow up in my face.
great.
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