I haven't written in a while, and I don't know how often I will be in the future. Sometimes I get tired of blogging, because i feel like it puts so much of myself out there for the world to see. I have a lot of thoughts, but do I really want them all known? I don't want to look back on past posts and cringe at how I have exposed myself so forthrightly out there for every one. What if I say something stupid? Who is judging me?
Plus, I feel like I'm writing enough in other things. I try to keep a journal of all my daily thoughts that don't make the cutting room floor into this blog. I write for the school newspaper. I write for class. It's a lot of writing everyday, and frankly, I'd rather be watching TV.
But right now I'm just procrastinating and not doing my homework. I have to ready Tolstoy by Tuesday. As I sit here with the book in front of me however, I think about how lucky I am to have this assignment as the thing I am procrastinating about. I mean, oh poor me, I have to read Tolstoy! Only one of the greatest writers ever. And at least I'm not reading War and Peace. I think it's pretty great that I just read and write all day long. I don't know why people complain so much, if they're studying what they love. Most people aren't, I realize, but come on, it can't be that bad.