a blog about blogging.

right. so. a blog.

this is going to be a pretty long one, gathering what i can from what my brain wants me to write. so unless you feel a personal interest in my livelihood or want some back story on me because i'm going to be a character in your book, you shouldn't feel like this is a mandatory blog (oh wait, liz IS making me a character in her book, this one's for you liz).

see, the problem with me is that when i get passionate about something or get the inspiration to write about something, i get it in the most inconvenient places. over the course of a few weeks i've compiled a short list in my brain of things i want to write or talk about. i'm sure i've forgotten some of them, my brain isn't the best over the course of a few weeks. i tend to get inspiration in restaurants, the shower, or while listening to amanda palmer in a car. these are all things where i'm not in the position to drop whatever i'm doing and run to the computer or a piece of paper. even as i finally sit down to write this blog, i wrote out most of it in my brain in the shower. however, the trek between the shower and the computer becomes a race of brain and body to get to the computer and write this all down before i forget. before i forget the perfectly formed sentences in my head that convey everything i'm feeling. in between the shower and writing this, i stood half-naked in my room searching for a shirt. frantically, i searched. the more frantic i am, the less likely something will happen quickly. i wanted to get here. i wanted to write this. then i get to my computer. and it decides to shut off. twice. it also decides to run a disk check and turn my stomach into knots. then about five sentences ago, my grandpa pounds furiously on the door, breaking my rhythm only to say good night. but i'm not mad at him, i love that he says good night. but it becomes maddening. it becomes maddening to know that every second someone or something is stealing my thoughts and my words while i try to fill in the rest of my life. while i do mundane things like putting on a shirt. i'm sure i wrote more in my head while i was in the shower, but in this mad dash i'm sure i've lost a good 30% in the rush to get here. and while all i wanted to do was write about harry potter, amanda fucking palmer, the internet, or my friends, this quickly became a blog about writing a blog.

determinedly yours,
nicole

WIN.

I AM TOTALLY FOLLOWING MYSELF. FOLLOW ME IN THE SIDEBAR ON THE RIGHT.

I kinda refuse to give up.

It's not like I have anything better to do this summer. Now, when I move in a little under three months, that's a different story!

Like a crack addict...

It's really hard to just shake off 5 months of incessant blogging like nothing. Well, for me anyways. I'm sure the other participants are doing just fine not blogging. I'm hoping to get involved in something else soon, or some sort of summer deal cos I have nothing to do....

Bloody hell!

Last night I watched Running with Scissors as my movie substitution for homework. It wasn't that great. Tonight I have a project to do for physiology that's due tomorrow. Also, tomorrow about 6 of us are planning to talk in a British accent all day. That should be lots of fun.

Do you guys ever read stuff you used to blog or post or write and think "God, I used to be soo funny?" I always do that, at some point does the funny just run out?