Wasted thoughts, motivation misplaced.
This is how I have instinctively drifted away from posting anything on this blog other than those few introductory posts. Compared to Tumblr, there is a significantly small number of people (a person?) that would see, much less read, anything posted on this blog. Perhaps that is fault on my behalf, in that I did not give out the URL to anyone, and perhaps that leads to the conclusion that I should do that. But as of the moment, I haven't, and probably will not until there is a substantial amount of reading material on this blog as to make it less of a pointless internet entity.
Here lies the problem: I haven't the motivation to post the two to three weeks worth of college adventure records posted on Tumblr on this blog. That task would include editing those posts to be not as much of a ramble/"mass of text", "bad language"-free, and emoticon-free. My problem as an individual is that I've tried too hard to record every single detail of my life when I write about my days. That was the way it was with my Moleskine. That's why if you flip to the beginning half of the year, those precious pages are crammed with scrawled reminders of the disappearing end of my high school experience. I managed a similar recording method for the first few weeks of college, from move-in day until to about a week and a half ago. Those lengthy posts grace Tumblr when they should have (and could have) been here.
Instead, I neglected this blue ramble-space in favor of the simplicity of writing without caring what is said or how it is said. I must reverse that, and get back into the groove of recording the college adventures. After all, this past week or so has been enjoyable, with trips to the zoo, eating with people (Grace, Elaine, Megan, Annie, RAPSters), my creation of a Facebook, and the DLing of ooVoo onto this laptop. Tumblr has remained my favorite computer distraction, though, paired with invisible conversations through AIM.
Blog, I'm sorry. I'll give you the attention you deserve, soon. I must cause four chapters of organic chemistry to crumble beneath the power of my understanding. Pentagons and hexagons... I'm sure I'll be able to draw you pesky shapes more neatly by the time I'm done with this finish-what-has-been-avoided session.
Echo / We are all connected / The lighthouse, a voyage / For history's sake, will you please take notice? (The Hush Sound)
YAY
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