So my sister's been doing this thing she calls "#bedn" which as far as I can tell is one of those twitter hashytaggy things for Blog Every Day November. Which reminded me of my creative writing class from senior year, which reminded me I still have a blog. So here we are.
And despite the intervening time since I last blogged, I still procrastinate better than anyone I know. So I decided that I'm gonna join the party a little late, and NOT do my homework that I really really really should be doing. And because I didn't think of a topic, I'm gonna get all obnoxiously existential and self-referential and self-deprecating and in general annoying. I'm gonna talk about myself! surprise!
Mrs. Mattingly, my 11th grade English/History (it was a small school) teacher told me that I have a good voice. Now as anybody who's heard me sing can attest, she wasn't talking about my vocal ability. She thinks I write goodly. I think she's wrong. I think I write informally,which, when I'm forced to reign it in in the form of a paper for school, somehow is watered down enough that it comes off as a positive trait and not really really really annoying.
I have what's been referred to (by me) as an "endearing" level of informality. I do it with everyone. It's like everyone in my life is one shade less formal than they should be. I joke with teachers, make fun of (IN A GOOD WAY) people I just met, and in general don't take things as seriously as I should. This is not always a good thing. It can be, like when I told my english teacher to make me a sandwich senior year (heyyyyy crossman) or it can go very, very, wrong, like when I made the mistake of joke fighting with a new acquaintance down the hall. He missed the whole joke part of the memo and proceeded to punch me in the face. That was not very enjoyable.
What I'm trying to get at is that even though you make think I'm perfect (and let's be real, I'm pretty close) is that under the wit and parentheses-related humor, I struggle at writing. And I love this blog because I have a longstanding habit of not hitting backspace. This means I get a real stream-of-consciousness thing going on, and all my faults come to the forefront. Goodie!
