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8.26.2009
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Two nights ago, I was online MSN talking to my friend, Scotty, about all manners of things. We cruised through introductions and grammatical topics and went straight into psychology and theories on nightmares. Immensely fascinating subject, nightmares. After plowing through that, we waded into the soothing topic of things we were obsessed with when we were kids. I love talking about that. When I was a child I had so many things that I was passionate about, and things I loved to do. One of my favorite pastimes is when I was 9, I used to lay down in the basement stairwell and hang my head off the edge while eating bagels (preferably blueberry) and reading classic tales of daring and heroics, like Robin Hood and Peter Pan. As you can see, I was very much an adventure enthusiast.
Scotty's favorite thing he'd play with: spell-checkers. Yes, that is incredibly nerdy however, I too have a fondness for excruciatingly long words and proper grammar.
In these wonderful days of technology, I have found myself relying on spell-checkers much too often. I should be able to just re-type the word properly, forgetting that I should be able to type in correctly in the first place anyways. Is there really a need to right-click and select the right word? No, there isn't, but that doesn't stop me from doing it. And most of the time I get words that have nothing to do with the bit of text I had just typed. Of course, these days, with words made from the use of the Internet, things like 'bittorrenting' get me corrections like 'brunting' and 'truanting'. Not much use there.
Now, I consider myself a respectable writer. Having generally received low A's and high B's in my English courses, and also having completed two Creative Writing courses I think I can whip up a couple decent paragraphs. That doesn't mean however, that I am master of words. Oh, no. Sure, I can pull hippopotomonstrosesquippedailophobia off the top of my head no problem, but when it comes to spelling everyday, regular human words I tend to fail - often. Just typing these simple paragraphs I spelled 'received', 'enthusiast' and 'basement' all wrong. 'Basement!' How can someone possibly screw that up, right? Well, I can, and they make me feel like Facebooking my 3rd grade teacher for extra-curricular lessons. Alternatively, when I spell a word correctly I feel pretty good about myself, especially if it's a word I usually spell horribly wrong, like 'fascinating'. (I had to try really hard just then to add that 's' in the beginning.)
I need to begin writing again. Every since Graduation, I've been avoiding any type of actual writing. All except blogging, of course. Anything creative, anything that requires excessive thinking and poking into other people's business and lives, anything that has me rooting through sources and picking out quotes. If I remember, 2 months ago, that was pretty fun. I wonder what happened. I guess I stopped caring. But, that is no more! I will start writing again, well, I have, technically, written some things, but they are certainly not up to par with what I think is amazing - not at my caliber.
For the sake of sanity, I'm ending this here. And because it's 11:11 and publishing something at this time makes me happy.
+ edit: my computer fails, and so this post has been published at 11:13 instead. Ugh.
Labels: childood, life, writing