I've read all of my books and have found that by completing one book I will inevitably find a(n) author/subject/genre that inspires a need to read at least 5 more books. This is not healthy. Or helpful to my financial position in life. And who reads library books anyways? Not me. I hate it when they yell at me with those sophisticated glasses and mean voices that never seem to rise above a whisper. I just like to write in the margins, nothing more. Geez, you'd think they would appreciate my opinions while reading.
Drawing gets old when you've sketched the same flat desert scene and tumbleweed 17 times. Plus it gives me an excuse when my studio professors say my drawing doesn't convey my idea convincingly enough.
The internet has so much to offer that it is therefore useless to me unless I know EXACTLY what I want to look up or learn about.
I've read so many blogs that I now know I am officially the worst writer ever to grace our screens.
Exercise. Ha. You're funny.
And for some reason, every time I try to talk to a stranger figuring I'll make a new friend, they do this sketchy looking around thing and often check their phones and watches saying, "Oh look at that! I've gotta go." and then jump in their cars locking their doors quite obviously... How rude.
Third post of the day. This is pathetic. Somebody incapacitate me.
1 comment:
I find that one blog entry per day is quite sufficient. If I have extra stuff to write, I just save it for the next day and the next and the next... which means that somewhere down the line I get to take a little time off from the blog and just hit "publish" for a few days.
Oh, and used books are the way to go when on a budget. I totally lucked out the other day: there was a book store right at the bus stop with $1 (ONE DOLLAR!) 'bus books'. There were even a few good ones...
Good luck on the hobby search. I'll be back to check up on you...
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