Now listen here, bucko. I don’t know about you, but I know that exams/essays/reading every day is well,
ruining my eyesight.
I wish I had something interesting to say because I read so many interesting things, but I just tweet them and forget about them. Twitter is the new Facebook, for reals. If you didn’t know I’m glad I’m the one to tell you.
My grandfather said that he would pay for a trip for me somewhere within the limit of 10,000$… and all I want to do is go and do this program: Americas Journalism Training.
I want to be an Argentinean.
This blog does very little to help me organize my thoughts sometimes. For the main part of the day I’m bouncing around reading incredible things and doing nothing with them. I’m reading more than I’m thinking about it all and I guess that sort of thought formation process is what I really need to work on. I feel like so much of my thoughts go unrecorded because I stopped writing in my journal and cataloguing every day. I just give brief overviews of life now, not little snippets of anything – just haze.
This blog is sometimes public and sometimes personal and 100% useless.
Like, for example. Yesterday I had to cut off a 19-year-old PokerStars.net champion. He got angry and left me a 2$ tip for a 98$ bill. That’s life, and I’m not complaining. In fact, I kind of liked cutting him off.
Many jokes later.
Back to ardent feminist prose and literary analysis.