How does one start writing a book? Perhaps it is best to not think of it as a book or to have any intention of it being a book. I actually don't even want to write a book. Not now at least. Because I'm boring. Haven't lived life to the fullest yet. But I suppose living life to the fullest will only occur after I'm dead. Or the realization of it. Either way, if I'm going to write ever, I might as well write now. Or procrastinate until I get to the bottom of the page. Because, really, what profound thing to I have to say that is worthy of a book? Not anything important. Or that hasn't been said before. So, I'll continue rambling. I seem to be pretty good at that so far. I've got a quarter of a page or so.
Today was boring. Really..boring. Watched soccer in the morning. Called my college to get some questions answered. Washed the dishes. Spent hours upon needless hours on the internet. Doing absolutely nothing. Nothing important or beneficial or fun, anyway. And I tell myself: tomorrow will be different. You have a plan. Well, plans are bullshit. We eventually come to the realization that plans never work out. They're guides that we eventually just ignore because something better comes along.
Its probably what will happen with this. I'll write for a couple of days. Maybe. I don't even use gmail that much so my "updates" will be useless. Then I go to Serbia. And I won't have daily internet access. Much less time to write. I'll be busy. Doing normal teenage stuff with my friends and family. Stuff I should be doing now but am not because Facebook and Twitter and StumbleUpon and Yahoo and all that other stuff seems to be much more interesting and takes a lot less effort.
But I guess that is what our society has become. We tend to do what is easy and simple instead of what takes effort. Like cleaning and reading and writing and spending time outside and with people and walking the dog and ending this run on sentence. But one thing is for sure..I quite like this. And even if I don't come here to write..I might just do so on Word on my computer while I don't have internet.
Today was boring. Really..boring. Watched soccer in the morning. Called my college to get some questions answered. Washed the dishes. Spent hours upon needless hours on the internet. Doing absolutely nothing. Nothing important or beneficial or fun, anyway. And I tell myself: tomorrow will be different. You have a plan. Well, plans are bullshit. We eventually come to the realization that plans never work out. They're guides that we eventually just ignore because something better comes along.
Its probably what will happen with this. I'll write for a couple of days. Maybe. I don't even use gmail that much so my "updates" will be useless. Then I go to Serbia. And I won't have daily internet access. Much less time to write. I'll be busy. Doing normal teenage stuff with my friends and family. Stuff I should be doing now but am not because Facebook and Twitter and StumbleUpon and Yahoo and all that other stuff seems to be much more interesting and takes a lot less effort.
But I guess that is what our society has become. We tend to do what is easy and simple instead of what takes effort. Like cleaning and reading and writing and spending time outside and with people and walking the dog and ending this run on sentence. But one thing is for sure..I quite like this. And even if I don't come here to write..I might just do so on Word on my computer while I don't have internet.
