I don't know why I'm putting these on here. Random facts about myself that some people might find weird or interesting.
Fact #1:
The sound of typing will put me to sleep, or calm me down. I found this out when I was 11. It can't be myself typing, I have to hear it from a distance. Also, has to be a desktop keyboard.
Don't ask why. I don't quite know, myself.
Monday, January 17, 2011
New Hobbies and a Life.
I'm not sure why, but I've been having a strong urge to write about something. Maybe it puts my mind at ease to type out a few things. I don't know. But it's a start, it gives me something do do, so I'm not complaining.
A new hobby is always nice, especially when it comes easy to you. Writing, for me, comes quite easily. Like sketching or painting. Although it's much easier to get the inspiration through in writing rather than a painting that could be taken the completely wrong way. Not that writing is any different, but that's not what I'm getting at. Don't take me as a lazy ass for saying this, but it's much easier. Don't get me wrong, I adore painting. It's just a lot of work to break out all the paint, put up a canvas and adjust the easel to your liking. It's easy the first few times, but after a while, it gets tiring to re adjust for a bigger or smaller canvas. I do admit I'm incredibly lazy.
Speaking of hobbies, I've always thought about looking into programming.I'm not sure what kind yet, but it's a start. I've never really known what to do with my life, this may be the start I've been looking for. Something to keep me going, keep me inspired. Sure, it could be a long road, but if I'm determined enough then I think I could have the potential for it. I spend all my time on the computer anyways, I have nothing better to do.
A new hobby is always nice, especially when it comes easy to you. Writing, for me, comes quite easily. Like sketching or painting. Although it's much easier to get the inspiration through in writing rather than a painting that could be taken the completely wrong way. Not that writing is any different, but that's not what I'm getting at. Don't take me as a lazy ass for saying this, but it's much easier. Don't get me wrong, I adore painting. It's just a lot of work to break out all the paint, put up a canvas and adjust the easel to your liking. It's easy the first few times, but after a while, it gets tiring to re adjust for a bigger or smaller canvas. I do admit I'm incredibly lazy.
Speaking of hobbies, I've always thought about looking into programming.I'm not sure what kind yet, but it's a start. I've never really known what to do with my life, this may be the start I've been looking for. Something to keep me going, keep me inspired. Sure, it could be a long road, but if I'm determined enough then I think I could have the potential for it. I spend all my time on the computer anyways, I have nothing better to do.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Blog of Epic Proportions...
Yeah, not really. But what do you expect me to write for a first post? I've never blogged in my life, so this is a new experience for me. Who knows? This may turn into a needed hobby. Something to keep me busy in my times of stress and boredom.
I digress.
I'll try to make this a daily thing, a sort of online journal for all to see. Because we all know everyone wants to read about a 15 year old girls daily acts of idiocy.
How to go about this blog is still beyond me. I just never saw the point in a blog, until an hour ago when I was going about how to process my feelings on something other than paper. I could never adjust to writing in a journal, Because in the end, someone would always find it. I liked this idea much better than the journal. Why? Because most of my family is completely unaware of these sites and will not even think to search it. I don't really care if family finds this, it's safe to assume they won't though.
So, as I sit here eating Mac and Cheese. Sipping at Orange Juice. Typing like a maniac to spread emotionless text, I'm still wondering, why the hell did I make this?
I've found my answer.
It's addicting to type your thoughts out without a care in the world. It's the Internet, there is no one there to stop you. Because, as we all know. The Internet is serious business.
I digress.
I'll try to make this a daily thing, a sort of online journal for all to see. Because we all know everyone wants to read about a 15 year old girls daily acts of idiocy.
How to go about this blog is still beyond me. I just never saw the point in a blog, until an hour ago when I was going about how to process my feelings on something other than paper. I could never adjust to writing in a journal, Because in the end, someone would always find it. I liked this idea much better than the journal. Why? Because most of my family is completely unaware of these sites and will not even think to search it. I don't really care if family finds this, it's safe to assume they won't though.
So, as I sit here eating Mac and Cheese. Sipping at Orange Juice. Typing like a maniac to spread emotionless text, I'm still wondering, why the hell did I make this?
I've found my answer.
It's addicting to type your thoughts out without a care in the world. It's the Internet, there is no one there to stop you. Because, as we all know. The Internet is serious business.
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