I've figured it out!
Long time no see, everyone.
There's been reasons for my long absence. Some of them are valid, I think, while others are just...well, there are no others. Just laziness. The (valid) reason I haven't posted is because I was trying to figure out how to write in one of these online blog things. But seriously, I've been doing it for a long time now, what's the deal? Truth is, I've always been walking the line between telling too much and telling too little. I mean, I've definitely seen online blogs where people just tell WAY too much about themselves, to the point where my opinion of them changes dramatically. I mean, there is just some stuff that you need to keep to yourself. Or at least, within a close circle of friends. Everyone and their mother on the internet does not need to know every privy about your inner self. They don't WANT to know. Neither do I. On the flip side, if you tell too little, there's no point to keeping one of these online journals at all, really.
So one of my American friends here gives me this tip last night. He said:
"my rule of thumb is...if i have no shame in talking about it in a busy restaurant, then it's fine. if i wouldn't say it in a restaurant where someone would hear me, then it doesn't go in an online journal."
Pretty good advice, I'd say. So, using this newfound rule of thumb, I'm going to try another crack at it. Seriously, I've stopped and started online journals so many times, it's dizzying. I'm hoping this time it'll stick and I'll keep doing it.
Rules of thumb are pretty useful. I think one of the most useful ones I've come across was something I heard over the summer. All the foreigners were confused about the garbage sorting in Japan. You have to sort the garbage between, P.E.T Bottles (plastic bottles) and cans, which is not so bad. But then you have to also sort the rest between combustible and noncombustible. I mean, what the hell does that really mean? But we figured it out! If you think it would smell alright when you burn it, into the combustible bin it goes. If you think the smell would make you vacate the area, noncombustible baby! Anywho, that was a random tangent.
Finals are all this next week. I have a paper to write, a calligraphy project to put together, and a four-day long Japanese test. Yes kids, a four-day long test. I don't make this shit up. Davis kids, you think Japanese back home gives it to you in the behind? The Japanese class here finds holes I didn't even know I had and rapes them.
But hey, because it's Japanese, I don't mind that much.
There's been reasons for my long absence. Some of them are valid, I think, while others are just...well, there are no others. Just laziness. The (valid) reason I haven't posted is because I was trying to figure out how to write in one of these online blog things. But seriously, I've been doing it for a long time now, what's the deal? Truth is, I've always been walking the line between telling too much and telling too little. I mean, I've definitely seen online blogs where people just tell WAY too much about themselves, to the point where my opinion of them changes dramatically. I mean, there is just some stuff that you need to keep to yourself. Or at least, within a close circle of friends. Everyone and their mother on the internet does not need to know every privy about your inner self. They don't WANT to know. Neither do I. On the flip side, if you tell too little, there's no point to keeping one of these online journals at all, really.
So one of my American friends here gives me this tip last night. He said:
"my rule of thumb is...if i have no shame in talking about it in a busy restaurant, then it's fine. if i wouldn't say it in a restaurant where someone would hear me, then it doesn't go in an online journal."
Pretty good advice, I'd say. So, using this newfound rule of thumb, I'm going to try another crack at it. Seriously, I've stopped and started online journals so many times, it's dizzying. I'm hoping this time it'll stick and I'll keep doing it.
Rules of thumb are pretty useful. I think one of the most useful ones I've come across was something I heard over the summer. All the foreigners were confused about the garbage sorting in Japan. You have to sort the garbage between, P.E.T Bottles (plastic bottles) and cans, which is not so bad. But then you have to also sort the rest between combustible and noncombustible. I mean, what the hell does that really mean? But we figured it out! If you think it would smell alright when you burn it, into the combustible bin it goes. If you think the smell would make you vacate the area, noncombustible baby! Anywho, that was a random tangent.
Finals are all this next week. I have a paper to write, a calligraphy project to put together, and a four-day long Japanese test. Yes kids, a four-day long test. I don't make this shit up. Davis kids, you think Japanese back home gives it to you in the behind? The Japanese class here finds holes I didn't even know I had and rapes them.
But hey, because it's Japanese, I don't mind that much.