In the little time since the inception of this here blog I have discovered an assortment of things:
1) Reminiscing over past writings and old abandoned blogs, I find that although my subjects were juvenile in nature, the writing was pretty eloquent, and I feel like I may have regressed a little.
2) If you want to write about things that matter, you have to whore yourself.
3) Print is dead.
4) English/Journalism was a poor choice as a major. No one in College ever tells you this.
I know that this deviates from the original purpose of my blog, but hey, I need to vent my frustration a little. Journalism is a slippery slope, finding a job is even harder. Too much coffee, not enough income, and more anxiety than I can really handle are plagues that accompany my profession. Oh to be a writer. What a facade. What a crock. Alright, enough of this disenchanted nonsense, gotta keep on truckin' gotta keep on keepin' on.
I had an anxiety attack this morning. Hoping to remedy this problem soon.
