Not good writing, or even creative writing. But still ideas on paper, in notebooks, on looseleaf, wherever. Ideas get written down at times. Lately more-so. I thought school would be more aggravating than it has been. I'm doing fairly well, getting all my work done doing all my reading and writing and still finding time to somewhat sleep and still be a productive 21 year old with a semblance of a life? Nothing exciting, just doing my part to not lose touch with people. Like I said before, it's a concern this year to maintain friendships that have fallen off track previously. So that's going fairly well, I think. It's never easy, but it's good to remind people that I care and that i'm here for them.
I'm trying to blog more too. Not for any duty to the few of you that actually know this blog exists, but for a selfish reason. Writing regularly, even about myself, does help tighten the skills that i felt i was losing. Recently, in the past 2 years, most of my longer pieces of writing, for school, have been in Spanish. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I felt like I wasn't writing at the same level I used to. So I'm blogging to improve, or at least to remind myself that I like doing this, despite how frustrating the act of writing is most of the time.
But there's a big problem with this... Telling you that I feel like writing doesn't actually mean I will write, or that I'm currently in any process. I'm not even in the right frame of mind. Ambition means nothing if there is no action put forth. But i'm working on it, I swear. The other night I couldn't sleep, even after forcing myself, so I opened a notebook and wrote for a bit. It's nothing special, and i eventually forgot about it. The piece was about h ow I forget people's names after not speaking with them for a few years, and in the act of writing about forgetting someone's name, I remembered it. So there goes that! That was a useless 20 minutes. But at least something was achieved? Even if it ended up being fruitless? I suppose. Who knows?
That's where I am tonight. Silence. Everyone's asleep or busy, so no one's answering my texts! So it's silent in here. So I'm thinking, and nothing's really flowed out of me except for the 3 whiney paragraphs you've just read.
I spent grade 7-11 (including) in the same school with tons of kids from Israel and I swear I forgot half their names. What a great subject to write about! I'm always ashamed when I run into someone and I know their face and that I was in their year, but can't remember their name. I shouldn't feel too bad though, I doubt they remember me. Which will suck for them, because they'll see me on the golden globes in a couple of years. :)
And instead of blogging, I'm just going to reply to all your posts. Deal? Deal.