I need to rethink how i blog.

I need to rethink how i blog. I had a pretty almoar fun entry from new yeRs, but it was mainly my stream of consciousness and i rarely ever deem that worthy of a blog entry.

Which is why i only have, what, five or six? Each of which try way too hard at beng meaningful and constructed. I need to loosen up. I thick i am, though i might enjoy thinking otherwise, pretty formulaic when it comes to writing and creativity, which is about a depressing thought s any,

But in keeping with my resolution to NOT BE SUCH A DOWNER, i will instead see it as a catapult for gout, and hope that over the next year i can learn to care less about perfection in performance, just writ something and get it out. I realize that my knack for writing papers under the gun is merely symptomatic of only ever writing papers under the gun...

I feel like while i put off from academic writing, what i am still forced to realize is homework, is a combination of being uninspired and lazy. What keeps me from my creative and personal writing is a fear of imperfection, and also laziness. I misspelled imperfection, good thing for auto correct. I wish i could auto correct real imperfections.

Image. You are texting your friend drunk and you say "dewd last new years as bachelor go nuts". With auto-correct in life, that text would change to "please stop texting me and please don't get married, you are ill prepared and crazy also, you fuck."

Here is an excerpt from my attempted new year's eve blog entry: And as 2010 ticked closer to its final seconds, i beat my father in chess for the first time in my life. The two of us barely spoke during the game, but that is hardly out of character.

With no one to celebrate, i came at midnight. Not the second of, because I am not that precise, but i have no regrets. I entered 2011 with a bang.

This is actually a huge deal(I'm speaking again of beating my sage-like papa I chess, not masturbation) and it shows as i had a I've dream about chess a couple nights later. I wish i had started this blog with the dream, instead of ending with it, because then i might remember the details. As it stands, last night i was lying next to Katrina on gym mats in a room from the Vukovich building at school. We only had one mat though so I pulled another one, but it was a disgusting brown color. Te. There was a cross country adventure, and that is the part i have forgotten. Cripes.

I need to rethink how i blog.