it has become increasingly clear that not only do i value my extra-currics over my schoolwork, but also sometimes my friendships. this is a bit scary.
zaadz has turned a bit too earthy-progressive-postmodern for my liking. i feel i must abandon it. also, the need for new blogs is just a desperate cry for my need of new beginnings or something fresh. i have a short attention span. i wonder how many people realize the extent of this. sometimes, i zone out during interviews. i must work on that.
so many good things happen to me everyday.
just now, i was tempted to turn this entry to a 101 post, which i find extremely appropriate for the first blog post, but i resisted. because i don't really want to reveal 101 things about myself today. i probably will end up doing just that anyway. just not through list form. the form of this entry bothers me. lists are organized; this post is a mushpot. also, people are more inclined to read lists. chunks of writing are intimidating in a way that lists soften. basically, lists are magical. and i like them.
it seemed to me before that as quantity of my writing increased, quality diminished; however, almost every class i have ever taken says that the best way to become a better writer is simply to write more. i wonder if this only applies to academic writing.
i hope to write close to everyday. with no thought about how you are judging the quality of my writing or interest of my content.
"hi pterodactyl" is what i wanted to name my column for this summer. to be honest, it's because i like the way the word "pterodactyl" looks. i supposed i could make something up about how pterodactyl is something special: unique as one of the few winged dinosaurs; a return to old ideas; a theory that has never really been proven yet accepted; a childhood interest that doesn't translate into the future; ...and all any of that would symbolizes. so maybe life is too simple for us to appreciate. then again, maybe it is too complex for us to grasp.
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