So I’ve tried blogging every day. My daily routine of almost blogging has gone something like this.
Step One: Open laptop.
Step Two: Get distracted and go search for food.
Step Three: Lose Inspiration.
Step Four: Open window of blog.
Step Five: Type one sentence then delete.
Step Six: Wallow in woe and simultaneously not care.
“Blogging should be an outlet and free and natural and blah blah…”
It’s not easy for me to take a seat with my thoughts.
I want to lucid dream.
I don’t want to start my last year of free education.
Well, I do.
Um, maybe I’m not fit for social gatherings in general.
I say this because we–my family and I–went to my sister’s college orientation.
Andddd it was horrid. Pleasantly horrid.
Why does “feminism” have such a bad connotation?
Yeah, there are eccentric woman activists for lack of better terms. But doesn’t every movement have its flaws?
Maybe I’m beating a dead horse.
Such a dreadful idiom.
I enjoy idioms though.
Ha, I should use that when a guy asks what I like.
“I enjoy idiomatic phrases
, but despise metaphors unless they’re expressed by me.”
I don’t know where this post is going or where it even started.
I wish I could stir the skies.
I wish I could fly.
I wish I could dream dreams never dreamt before.
How cheesy of me.