Consideration

I kind of want a Tumblr account. I realize it isn’t all that different from a regular blog, say here on WordPress. But there’s something about it that just seems so simple. Like, you’re on someone else’s page and you see a picture you like, you can just re-blog it. With just one click, as I understand.

There seems to be such a community there. To me this is good and bad. Good because one person sees that you re-blogged what they wrote, and they visit your page, and visa verse. However, it’s bad because I don’t usually fit into communities and groups. Also, if I get noticed because of this community, it could easily be found by people who I don’t want reading it.

My ex-boyfriend, Taylor, for example could find it. And I’ve really had enough of him. It’s bad enough that he had his girlfriend send me a Facebook message, saying that he wants me to call him.

I like WordPress, though, and don’t want to abandon it. Maybe there’s a way to hook the two together?

 

In Which, An Attempt to Write More Often

I know, I know. For my New Year’s Resolutions I said I wanted to write more often. Being in a creative writing class at school has helped me write more often. However, in the “writing more often” resolution, I also wanted to write in this blog more often. Which, clearly, I’ve failed miserably at.

In an attempt to write in my blog more often, I’m going to answer five questions per day (or maybe a week) from: http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/07/13/50-questions-that-will-free-your-mind/ so here is the first batch.

1. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

This happens every year after my birthday. I’ll be thinking about myself and think “I’m x years old.” But really, that age was from the previous year, so really I’m a year older than what I had originally thought. But if I were to forget completely what age I am, I would probably be in my eighties.

2. Which is worse, failing or never trying?

For me,  failing is worse. People don’t need to know you thought about trying, but didn’t. But if you do try and fail, people will know. I’m very self-conscious.

3. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?

A lot of the things we would like to do are quite expensive. I would like to visit Europe again, but I don’t have the money to. And I have responsibilities that tie me down. I do things that I don’t like because I HAVE to do them. Trust me, if there was something I didn’t like, I wouldn’t do it by choice.

4. When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?

I don’t say a lot with actual words. I write more than I speak, so I will probably do more than I’ve said.

5. What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?

There is a lot I would like to change about the world. I would like there to not be some much needless violence. I would like world hunger to be ended. But those are beauty pagent wishes. I would like there to be more support to the agriculturalist. The people that are growing and raising the food for the world (i.e. farmers), don’t have enough support. I know Maine could not support itself food-wise if society was to collapse. If farmers’ needs keep being ignored, soon we won’t have any more farms. No farms, no food.

 

In Which, A Return

It sure has been a while, hasn’t it? I can’t even remember what my last post was about.

Now that I’ve settled back into school, I’m going to try to update this more frequently.

 

In Which, Nothing Exciting

Okay, I really have to try and work harder on keeping this blog updated. There is a gigantic gap between, I think it is, Novemeber, and what I wrote this past weekend. That is not good. And not acceptable.

So, here’s a post that really has no purpose at all, except for me just to say that I wrote something.

Anyway, I’m still up here, at UMaine at Orono. Nothing much has changed. I managed to survive my first semester. I also managed to make it on the Dean’s List for the first semester. And for that, I am rather proud of myself.

Right now, I’m procrastinating on finishing editing a paper for my English course. And I’m hoping my roommate gets back soon so we can go to the gym, and I can procrastinate some more.

 

In Which, The Author Returns Home

I’m exhausted and really in no mood to write. But if I want to do this blog thing properly, I have to write. Even when I don’t want to.

So, I returned home from Topsham Fair about forty-five minutes ago. It seemed different from past Topsham Fairs… I can’t really place why or how. I think I was busier… Which kinda takes some of the fun out of being at the fair.

Anyway. I just wanted to pop in. That way everyone would know I was back. More on the fair tomorrow.