Suddenly with an urge...
Yes, that's right. I do update this...every few months.
As I sit here at 3 A.M. on my grandfather's laptop on a slow connection with nature coming at me in every which way, I feel...bored. Out of this boredom I decided to read over some of my last few LiveJournal posts. After doing so I came to several conclusions.
First. I write like a douche. A pretentious douche, to be exact. I find myself too often using bigger than necessary words that should only ever be used while writing some scholarly essay, when trying to impress a linguist, or when writing to the Queen. Sure, I come from a family of English majors and my writing style is nowhere near as verbose as Lecco's, but I can't help but get the feeling of reading over an essay for class. Not that I'm going to stop--I definitely prefer this to writing like I'm still in the fourth grade.
Second. I try too hard to sound funny in these posts. Worse still, I laughed, I actually laughed at what I wrote. Not because it was ridiculous, but because I found my own jokes humorous. How depressing...
Now I just have to consider if anything truly interesting has happened lately.
Nah, probably not.
As I sit here at 3 A.M. on my grandfather's laptop on a slow connection with nature coming at me in every which way, I feel...bored. Out of this boredom I decided to read over some of my last few LiveJournal posts. After doing so I came to several conclusions.
First. I write like a douche. A pretentious douche, to be exact. I find myself too often using bigger than necessary words that should only ever be used while writing some scholarly essay, when trying to impress a linguist, or when writing to the Queen. Sure, I come from a family of English majors and my writing style is nowhere near as verbose as Lecco's, but I can't help but get the feeling of reading over an essay for class. Not that I'm going to stop--I definitely prefer this to writing like I'm still in the fourth grade.
Second. I try too hard to sound funny in these posts. Worse still, I laughed, I actually laughed at what I wrote. Not because it was ridiculous, but because I found my own jokes humorous. How depressing...
Now I just have to consider if anything truly interesting has happened lately.
Nah, probably not.