Oh writing. How I loathe it, love it and bury deep in the earth for no one to see. I forgot how much I despised English class. I spend all of my time trying to write to their specification, writing to the perfect essay model in their head. I think that’s the problem with writers today, everyone writes for their audience and no one writes for themselves.
Kurt Vonnegut once said that he wrote best when he sounded like a guy from Indianapolis because that’s who he was essentially. Why should I strain myself to sound like the perfect student when I merely who I am? Instead of perfect my skills to someone else’s standard why can’t I just improve my skills for myself?
Other than that, school is going alright. I recently found an old friend from high school there (which is quite a feat for me, considering I’m 3000 miles away from my high school). I wish I could meet more people though, I somehow get this feeling I’m exuding some type of negative vibe since people would rather sit next to that crazy person that talks to themselves on the bus than me. It’s probably because I often ride the bus right after History class, and I’m often upset by the ignorant things my Prof. has to say.
I feel lately like I’m stuck in a limbo of things. Going back to college has a big impact on my life, everything feels out of whack and strewn about. I feel stuck between who I am and who I want to be, but more and more lately I feel like that person I wanted to be isn’t that great after all.
I am very excited about working on my website though! To think that in a few months I could be the proud runner of a Vegan Website for girls…I really do hope its successful. I’ve been playing around on GIMP so I can hopefully have some pretty looking things on it. I know it’s not all about presentation, but something nice will certainly attract attention, and hopefully the articles will keep it.
Well, I need to get back to work now. I just wanted to vent.
Erica
