I couldn't keep track of a blog if I tried. (But I'll try again anyways).
It seems that life's happenings and all the eventful things pass you by too fast to take the time to write them down. I scribble things down in journals... a lot actually, but when I had to do this for a class the task seemed to be that much harder. I kind of hate that. You can be a great writer in many respects but when you're required to write something in a way that you're not comfortable you become the epitome of failure.
I've been staring at this half written memoir for hours now... And the only thing that has come to mind is...
"LIFE. Y U NO INTERESTING?!"
*headdesk* This is going to be a long night.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
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