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San Francisco isn't that great. Sure, it's nice, but I'm not a city person. Give me suburbia any day. I really liked Berkley's campus though. I really want to apply there. I'd have to find a new major, because Creative Writing is only offered as a minor. Fuckers.
That reminds me of another subject that's been bothering me lately. Writing. Recently I've been wondering if that's really what I should be focusing on. No one reads fiction nowadays. Even if I had the talent, hypothetically speaking, the chances of me getting published or making a paying career of it are extremely unlikely. And even if I wasn't aiming to get published, I'd still want to get my work read(yeah, I know it said written, I wasn't paying attention), which would be nearly impossible. But then I start reading a good novel (namely, Neil Gaiman's Stardust, what I'm reading now), and I can't imagine spending my life doing anything else.
In other news: I went to this really big vintage clothing store. But everything was ridiculously expensive, so I bought myself the South Park movie instead.
In other(other?) news: Santa Cruz tomorrow.
That reminds me of another subject that's been bothering me lately. Writing. Recently I've been wondering if that's really what I should be focusing on. No one reads fiction nowadays. Even if I had the talent, hypothetically speaking, the chances of me getting published or making a paying career of it are extremely unlikely. And even if I wasn't aiming to get published, I'd still want to get my work read(yeah, I know it said written, I wasn't paying attention), which would be nearly impossible. But then I start reading a good novel (namely, Neil Gaiman's Stardust, what I'm reading now), and I can't imagine spending my life doing anything else.
In other news: I went to this really big vintage clothing store. But everything was ridiculously expensive, so I bought myself the South Park movie instead.
In other(other?) news: Santa Cruz tomorrow.