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Well well well... What have we here?
A little trip into memory lane never hurt anyone, too much.
Update:
I will be graduating with a BA and a BS in English and Anthropology and a minor in Philosophy. I was supposed to graduate in December but as it turns out, I'm 2 credits shy of that goal. Regardless, I'm out of undergrad in May, and then I'm looking into the future. Grad. School will either be somewhere in Michigan, or somewhere not in Michigan. If I stay in Michigan I'm looking into UofM, Western, or MSU, for a variety of different programs. I'm interested in studying anthropology; I'd like to focus my studies on indigenous cultures and sovereignty issues and anthropology of law. How will this help the world? I'd like to think I can make the world a more fair, just place. But I'm not going to kid myself, I know that in the end I'm just hoping to get by and enjoy myself, and do what I like to do.
As of right now, I'm mostly just focused on passing my Spanish class and doing well in my Anthro classes, and I've been playing Aion. When I used to write here, I could write about WoW, but I played that game far too long and I've convinced myself that I'm never going back, so we will speak of that never again. I've played Aion for a couple weeks now, it seems fun, and that's good enough for me.
I think the reason I stopped writing here is because I stopped feeling like what I had to say was interesting to the rest of the world. I've written a couple solid paragraphs here, and I can definitely see why. Why was I so much more interesting in high school/early college? Shit, everyone cared about what I had to say about everything, because I talked about shit that mattered. You know... music, concerts, movies, shit like that.
I suppose when you start to grow up, the things that matter to you change. People broaden their horizons and everyone not excited about how the show was last night or who said what about something else.
Even if it doesn't matter, I hope I'm still interesting to some. And if I find myself to be interesting enough to me, perhaps this writing will continue. Otherwise, carry on.
May we meet again,
Tizz
A little trip into memory lane never hurt anyone, too much.
Update:
I will be graduating with a BA and a BS in English and Anthropology and a minor in Philosophy. I was supposed to graduate in December but as it turns out, I'm 2 credits shy of that goal. Regardless, I'm out of undergrad in May, and then I'm looking into the future. Grad. School will either be somewhere in Michigan, or somewhere not in Michigan. If I stay in Michigan I'm looking into UofM, Western, or MSU, for a variety of different programs. I'm interested in studying anthropology; I'd like to focus my studies on indigenous cultures and sovereignty issues and anthropology of law. How will this help the world? I'd like to think I can make the world a more fair, just place. But I'm not going to kid myself, I know that in the end I'm just hoping to get by and enjoy myself, and do what I like to do.
As of right now, I'm mostly just focused on passing my Spanish class and doing well in my Anthro classes, and I've been playing Aion. When I used to write here, I could write about WoW, but I played that game far too long and I've convinced myself that I'm never going back, so we will speak of that never again. I've played Aion for a couple weeks now, it seems fun, and that's good enough for me.
I think the reason I stopped writing here is because I stopped feeling like what I had to say was interesting to the rest of the world. I've written a couple solid paragraphs here, and I can definitely see why. Why was I so much more interesting in high school/early college? Shit, everyone cared about what I had to say about everything, because I talked about shit that mattered. You know... music, concerts, movies, shit like that.
I suppose when you start to grow up, the things that matter to you change. People broaden their horizons and everyone not excited about how the show was last night or who said what about something else.
Even if it doesn't matter, I hope I'm still interesting to some. And if I find myself to be interesting enough to me, perhaps this writing will continue. Otherwise, carry on.
May we meet again,
Tizz