of journals and lit teachers.

for litterature, we were supposed to keep a journal. like basically everyone else, i moaned and groaned at this prospect. then i actually started it and i LOVED it. i wrote long entries, a page or two long almost everyday. then i slowly started writing on this thing and this kind of rplaced the journal. but thats okay, since he accepted this as a form of journal.

he told me i have talent for writing. now this is by no means bragging (if it were bragging i'd have to actually BELIEVE him). he told me my writing seemed to focuse me. i found this kinda funny since most of the time my entries are so scatterbrained it's not even funny. what he said next was even funnier. he suggested i take this writing thing further, that i might actually have a future in it. now the funny part in this is not that i wouldnt enjoy it, it's more that i'm so completely and utterly lost with TWO possible career paths that the prospect of having anther option thrown into the mix makes me want to cry. god, can you imagine it? Me. writing for a LIVING. i couldnt do it. i'd lack the motivation. however, i have always wanted to write a book... (did i mention this before? i may have...) but i dont want to base my whole carreer around it... i dont want to base my entire carreer around ANYTHING!

so in conclusion.... well... bleh. blink is cool. so there.