Thanksgiving...

60 people. One cultural hall. Way too much karaoke. Two uneaten pumpkin pies and containers of miniature croissants. And the best family ever. So that was my Thanksgiving. How was yours?

1:14 A.M.

It's way too late for this, but I actually took a nap today, when I should have been studying for a Spanish test. Ah well; turns out the lab closed early, and they didn't give anybody any notice, so I didn't take the test tonight anyways.

I keep thinking about what this blog is really for, and what I really want to say. I guess I don't really even have to have a purpose. It's just... hard for me to imagine why anybody would want to stop, take their time, and read these often silly blog posts. I'm not like my friend Katy, who has a talent of expressing humor and wit through words.

But whether or not people read this isn't what I want to my focus to be; because if it is, then I'm no longer writing to them. And while that is often the point, I don't want to sacrifice my voice, my style, or my passion by writing what I think others want to read. One of my favorite quotes about writing is by Sylvia Plath:

"Everything is life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."

When I have self-doubt, I don't write honestly and naturally. And I have self-doubt when I direct my writing to a specific audience, because I start to worry too much. And though I can't help but think this whole thing is counterintuitive, I guess I'll figure out the balance somewhere along the way. Maybe this is part of what distinguishes a good writer.

Water Always Wins...

So I decided that blogging is fun. That's interesting, since I always worry about whether I'm writing this for me, or for others. So I told my myself to forget about that, and just write. No matter what. If I've learned anything from England, it's that you should write because you have something to explore, to internalize, or to face. I mean, not always. Sometimes you just have a funny thought that no one but you gets... or so you think.

But anyways, three things made this weekend fantastic. One, the new Doctor Who special. It is EPIC! Second, improv comedy with my best friend Shayla. I'll never look at hunchbacks (or acronyms) like I used to! Not that I did much anyways. And three, the fact that I have friends who will actually sit and listen as I talk about how awesome John Milton was. Is. Whichever.

So here's a question: Is "tongue twister" a tongue twister?