writing is a long, painful, and style-less task

One of the reasons that I was able to be talked into this blog was because the majority of the writing that I do is of an academic nature.  I am in the last year of graduate work and so I write a dizzying amount.  In fact this weekend, I have been working on a mondo paper and its subsequent presentation.  This kind of stuff gets old after a while.  But, I love to write.  I have always loved to write, so this little blog helps me to express myself without having to worry [Ed. too much] about structure or grammar or foot notes or margins or avoiding first person…you get the idea.

So, basically, this blog is my little escape from writing…by…writing.  I know, I know, that really doesn’t make sense, but it is the truth.

So, let me fill you in on the happenings of my weekend (so far) that did not involve writing.

Last night, I watched a movie that came from Netflix.  It was a foreign film. [Ed.  It was British, that doesn't count!  Quit trying to sound pretentious!]  Well, it was made in England – it wasn’t just a “British” movie made in Hollywood and in my book that counts!  Anyway, what I was going to say was that Netflix is great – you know, (1) you don’t have to go anywhere (2) you can watch it on your time and not someone else’s.  But nevermind those things.  There is something inside of me that just won’t let me wait.  I have to watch it within a couple of nights of when it comes and then mail it off directly.  This is probably the same part of me that can’t seem to just slip my sneakers off, but has to untie them before I take them off.

This morning, I rode downtown with my friend Oscar to help with a project.  Oscar is a great guy.  He is from Guatemala.  We helped set up some tents, I had no idea what I was doing, but trust me there was someone there to tell me what to do.  Oscar and I had a riveting conversation about GPS systems and how they attempt to pronounce the names of the streets in New Orleans, but never quite hit the mark.  “Turn right on Dessex St (De Saix).

I also went online and read my cousin’s blog and then went and watched Ben Folds ‘Cologne’ video on YouTube as a result of said blog.  You know, I find Ben Folds’ music interesting.  He definitely is a good musician, but his videos weird me out.  I guess I shouldn’t expect much from someone who has let “Weird Al” Yankovic direct some of his videos, huh?

[Ed. Just a side note.  Is it odd that this is a site for people to write blogs and when you use the spell check, it marks blog as misspelled]

Also, during the day, I have intermittently sneaked looks at my infatuation, college football.  It was a pretty good game day with a lot of football to watch.  In fact, I just ran back from where Alabama just won their game with LSU in overtime.  [Ed. No, the author will not reveal his feelings on this latest development, this is still a bipartisan blog]  Although, the game I have waited for all day has not happened, yet.  It is currently 6:18 pm Central.  I still haven’t figured out how to fix my blog-clock which says that it is 12:14 am.

Well, there you go, a pointless blog in the midst of a day where I spent most of my day writing a big, old, boring paper for a professor.  I’ll let you in on a little secret.  *whipsers* I enjoy writing for you, my dear readers, than I do for my classes.

3 Responses to writing is a long, painful, and style-less task

  1. Gee, I’ve never pimped out anyone or anything before. I am unsure how I feel about the “pimping out ” comment. I will have to think on this for a while. Although, it did make me lol, so I guess I’m not offended by it…

  2. I’m not sure how I feel about our mom using pimped out and lol in the same comment!

  3. Get over it, Patricia. You know your mom is the coolest…

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