My last post was funny because I thought they were ridiculous for thinking they could get away with that. Iran's national soccer team? I mean come on...it's Iran.
So why start writing? Why now?
Well. The Truth is I've got a new link here from my name. net
It's cool.
yo. So's anyway I just got a whole crazy space-out after mentioning that,
about having a fake firstlast.net name link here and then advertise that website around, so people would know this name. Then put a listing in a phonebook with that name under some PO box you register to that name.
WHAT?
Anway. So things have been great back at school. And it feels great to be writing again. I'm deciding right now, as I'm typing this that I'm going to learn to touchtype if it kills me. Because the way I do it is pure of improper habits.
ugh. so now i,m touchtyping and thiings are going much slower.
So now I'm not and t hings be cray-z!]
WHAT?
Anyway so yeah, Im back and typing again. I dont understand why anyone would read this but people do. So why not? I'll write.
XKCD just gets me. It makes me cry. I didn't know there were so many people like that. Who'd get that, laugh at that.
Its beautiful.
I love how in the age of google, you can just say things, and people will look'em up themselves if they're interested. Google. Wikipedia. Whatever.
I could probably use some editing. I'll work on that.
Showing posts with label Youth. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
New Years Resolution: First Post
January 02, 2009.
Long Island, NY
I am in my local library. I am twenty years old and change.
I will be leaving for Shanghai in a month and 3 days.
I am on vacation.
Now I can do all the things I never really get the chance to out there at NYU,
like...not much. yay...
That's not really what I think though. I am glad to be home.
During the school term, you're productive by default.
Just living every day, going to classes and doing your work, you are a "Student."
That is my "Occupation" after all.
But college isn't hard, and it leaves me with lots of time to get depressed about how unfulfilling my social life is. Well, not social life. Sex life. Enough with the euphemisms. In any case, I never decide to sit down and actually read, or write. How can you when you're so lonely it hurts?
Sometimes when I get all depressed and introspective, I pause and laugh at myself,
when was the last time you got all hopelessly introspective when everything in life was wonderful,
when you had a girl and when you had your video games and you had good grades and good friends and no parent issues. Ever whine then?
So maybe the whole existential self-examination is silly and unnecessary, and ultimately unproductive. But I'm curious.
I am twenty years old. I know somethings about myself and somethings about the world. But it is obvious to me that I really don't know either as well as I would like to think.
Curiosity is my driving force.
I believe in knowledge.
I believe in reality. I believe I am here and you are here,
to me I am everything
and to you, you are everything,
and that's okay.
Two consciousnesses floating like fireflies through the infinite expanse of cyberspace.
One reason I write here is so I will know how I viewed the world when I was this age, this place.
Another reason is to force my thoughts to materialize into statements, make them lead somewhere and crystallize,
so that the minute after I write a sentence I agree with I can look at it and wonder what I really mean, what I'm really saying.
Most of all though, I write to "You."
"You" are my public, my audience.
The proof that I was here.
My 3rd grade self already began to doubt if there was anybody out there paying attention to my life.
When I know other people have an image of me,
however blurred by my own bias in telling and your own bias in reading,
I can convince myself at 22,
that myself at 20 was really here, once.
I am on vacation now. I have a lot to say and a lot to do. I am starting this blog now as I prepare for my trip to Shanghai, where my vision of the world will re-define itself yet again. You are all invited with me.
I am not this serious all the time. There will be pictures here, recipes, move reviews, quick thoughts, perhaps the occasional video game screenshot. Life is fun and exploding with excitement. In the words of Bill Watterson:
"There's Treasure Everywhere.
Let's Go Exploring."
Thanks for Reading,
~The Twentysomething
Long Island, NY
I am in my local library. I am twenty years old and change.
I will be leaving for Shanghai in a month and 3 days.
I am on vacation.
Now I can do all the things I never really get the chance to out there at NYU,
like...not much. yay...
That's not really what I think though. I am glad to be home.
During the school term, you're productive by default.
Just living every day, going to classes and doing your work, you are a "Student."
That is my "Occupation" after all.
But college isn't hard, and it leaves me with lots of time to get depressed about how unfulfilling my social life is. Well, not social life. Sex life. Enough with the euphemisms. In any case, I never decide to sit down and actually read, or write. How can you when you're so lonely it hurts?
Sometimes when I get all depressed and introspective, I pause and laugh at myself,
when was the last time you got all hopelessly introspective when everything in life was wonderful,
when you had a girl and when you had your video games and you had good grades and good friends and no parent issues. Ever whine then?
So maybe the whole existential self-examination is silly and unnecessary, and ultimately unproductive. But I'm curious.
I am twenty years old. I know somethings about myself and somethings about the world. But it is obvious to me that I really don't know either as well as I would like to think.
Curiosity is my driving force.
I believe in knowledge.
I believe in reality. I believe I am here and you are here,
to me I am everything
and to you, you are everything,
and that's okay.
Two consciousnesses floating like fireflies through the infinite expanse of cyberspace.
One reason I write here is so I will know how I viewed the world when I was this age, this place.
Another reason is to force my thoughts to materialize into statements, make them lead somewhere and crystallize,
so that the minute after I write a sentence I agree with I can look at it and wonder what I really mean, what I'm really saying.
Most of all though, I write to "You."
"You" are my public, my audience.
The proof that I was here.
My 3rd grade self already began to doubt if there was anybody out there paying attention to my life.
When I know other people have an image of me,
however blurred by my own bias in telling and your own bias in reading,
I can convince myself at 22,
that myself at 20 was really here, once.
I am on vacation now. I have a lot to say and a lot to do. I am starting this blog now as I prepare for my trip to Shanghai, where my vision of the world will re-define itself yet again. You are all invited with me.
I am not this serious all the time. There will be pictures here, recipes, move reviews, quick thoughts, perhaps the occasional video game screenshot. Life is fun and exploding with excitement. In the words of Bill Watterson:
"There's Treasure Everywhere.
Let's Go Exploring."
Thanks for Reading,
~The Twentysomething
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