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Somewhere along the line of me moving and not having all of my possessions in one place, I have been left with a lack of a real, physical journal to journal in. So in the words of the famed Papa Roach: this is my last resort.
I fully realize the relentless repetition I engage in. I am full of well-meaning intent that is rarely followed through. I am getting lost in J.D. Salinger again, and it is making me think it's slightly detrimental. I keep drawing parallels, with myself, no less. And that is just ridiculous; please, I am the first in line to criticize anything that's penned by my own person. I think it's just the frequent and welcomed use of parentheses, along with the disconnectedness and air of something intriguing but simultaneously vile that draws me to such parallels. I guess most of all it is making me appreciative, and making me use my brain again. I've also come to terms with how I enjoy ending written things with a dot of informality, as a way to extend a hand and say, "Please, I'm terribly boring and normal when you get down to it, no matter how crazy I may actually seem or am." Of distant relation, it makes me think upon an article I read about Ira Glass, where the author/interviewer, obviously slightly crushed out by him and even moreso obsessed, noted how Glass has this knack for knowing just how to formulate and punctuate his sentences, his phrases, his stories - to have the listener really absorb the importance of whatever he's talking about. I mean, I'm by no means anything near a Glass, but I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all of it regardless.
I fully realize the relentless repetition I engage in. I am full of well-meaning intent that is rarely followed through. I am getting lost in J.D. Salinger again, and it is making me think it's slightly detrimental. I keep drawing parallels, with myself, no less. And that is just ridiculous; please, I am the first in line to criticize anything that's penned by my own person. I think it's just the frequent and welcomed use of parentheses, along with the disconnectedness and air of something intriguing but simultaneously vile that draws me to such parallels. I guess most of all it is making me appreciative, and making me use my brain again. I've also come to terms with how I enjoy ending written things with a dot of informality, as a way to extend a hand and say, "Please, I'm terribly boring and normal when you get down to it, no matter how crazy I may actually seem or am." Of distant relation, it makes me think upon an article I read about Ira Glass, where the author/interviewer, obviously slightly crushed out by him and even moreso obsessed, noted how Glass has this knack for knowing just how to formulate and punctuate his sentences, his phrases, his stories - to have the listener really absorb the importance of whatever he's talking about. I mean, I'm by no means anything near a Glass, but I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all of it regardless.