I am a terrible writer and I suck at following through with things!
A large part of me, a VERY LARGE part of me wants so badly to be able to write a book or a journal or a blog for that matter (insert a ton of sarcasm) that I ache for it. I've even managed to get myself a fancy Macbook Pro that isn't worth the money that I spent on it.
However...
I am a terrible writer!
My grammar isn't great and my punctuation skills are lacking but I am full of funny or semi funny...
...Ok!
Quirky and slightly weird sayings that will make you feel a little uncomfortable but you will eventually like it.
You will become accustomed to it.
Although
you wont admit it to yourself right away.
But It's true believe me.
But I am also ashamed to tell anyone that I know what I'm doing. In my extremely large family full of aunts, uncles, cousins and siblings there is not a single soul I would confide in because to admit, "Oh yeah, I blog" is to come off as pretentious and opinionated. When really all I want is to say silly things on the internet and hope a few people find them funny and then log off.
I took a english class this semester and it was further proof that I shouldn't pursue this as a career. That this really shouldn't even be a hobby! It doesn't seem like I can say it enough but "I should not be doing this."
So here I am once again, after logging in and out of blogger several times in the last year or so.
I made the proverbial leap because of a grade I made on the last paper of this semester. A paper I barely put any effort into. One that I rushed and did not thoroughly research.
Final Grade: 90!
A whole 90 percent out of 100 on a paper that I literally wrote hours before it was due.
90 looms in my brain and
Bravo!
Right?
No, not bravo because that means either my teacher is an idiot and his grading system is fucked up or obviously I am some sort of genius because when I actually put in effort on the papers that preceded this one I barely scraped by.
So here I am.
Now, what am I going to say?
