... Lazy. Lazy is a much better word.
Once upon a time I won an award for the 'Worst Blogger In The World', while simultaneously winning the Guinness World Record for 'Most Blogs Created And Abandoned After Less Than A Handful of Posts'. True story.
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The inspiration to begin blogging for the millionth time, an the first time on this blog, is because I am OFFICIALLY. GOING. BACK. TO. SCHOOL. FOR WRITING.
(Because who wants a degree that will make them $100k a year, anyways).
There's really no rhyme or reason to this post except for a disclaimer about where I'm going to be taking this blog since I'm making it a Going-Back-to-School-Resolution to try to post every single day except to tell ya'll this:
If you don't know me that well outside what my former-emo high school self posts on Facebook, let me give some pretty basic insight on my weird ass self:
I'm extremely opinionated, seriously passionate about what I believe in. I am a huge book and movie nerd. I follow baseball year-round, and I will blog about the Red Sox ALL baseball season. To this day I will geek out over anything Harry Potter related. I barely dress myself unless it's in leggins and a t-shirt, yet I have purple hair. I don't believe in God anymore (Er, that's a whole post in itself). I do not follow celebrity gossip all that much but I do watch the news every night. I am actually a 22 year old girl embodied in an 80 year-old man. SURPRISE!
My blog is going to reflect all of that, and then some.
I decided to stop pretending I am some sofictated, exciting writer. Most of my best journal entries are fueled by my ever-changing emotions (And by ever-changing I mean minute-by-minute. You have been warned).
I decided to stop hiding things about myself that as I got older, I realized I could help other people by talking about publically. Society tells us to be hush-hush about the embarrassing, or traumatizing or the "politically incorrect" events that happen in people's lives every single day.
Why should we ashamed of the trials and tribulations of our lives when there is definitely a person out there who has struggled the same struggle, jumped the same hurdles, or had the same doors shut in our faces? Instead of competing against one another, why can't we band together to be the generation that breaks down every barrier, every stereotype that our parents, grandparents, government and society have molded for us. You know, be the change and all that.
On a serious note.
Here is to the future of my blog. To being honest with myself, my readers.
And here is a giant middle finger to every person who ever told me that daydreaming is a waste of time. Because daydreaming is where most artists find their most influential work, I would know.
