Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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It's true. I struggle with this blog thing. I've always wanted to be one of those creative, snappy writers that smack you in the face with wit, but my thoughts usually don't get to the coherent stage without time.

When I was in school with a paper assignment, it was murder. Like my artwork, I need the mood to come over me. This meant that (during HS) Mom had to rather beat me over the head. And in college? Well. My roomies had to endure my random rush out of the middle of my shower while begging for complete silence as I plunked myself down, dripping to a puddle, to whip out that vital exegesis opening paragraph.

Being the sentimental sort, the tradition remains here. I have about 8 posts in draft that have 2 paragraphs each, most of them ending in the middle of a sentence.

Really. I have thoughts. They just like to stay as ... thoughts.

What to expect from upcoming posts? Commuter Life - By A Commuter

1 comment:

  1. Whatever you do, don't become like me. I think of events of my life only in two categories 1) Blog-worthy or 2) Non Blog-worthy. I often agree (or do not agree) to do something or go somewhere based on whether or not it would make a good blog.