This blog didn't go at all to plan, but I guess that's the point, isn't it? I learned quite a bit from the few posts I made, particularly when I looked back at them.
Then as soon as I realised the direction it was taking and tried to turn it around, I promptly stopped posting. That doesn't mean I have nothing to say; just that it's so much easier to write negatively.
I did learn something today: I'm trying to set up wireless internet in my new house, and I've discovered that the initial providers deal in long contracts with unnecessarily large data blocks for my university and webcomic-viewing usage, while the plans I might actually like are offered by the rebundlers my dad warned me off. I could post about that, but it's not the most pleasant topic, is it? And I'm certain everyone else has already figured it out, so why unload my frustration onto all of them?
I've honestly had a lovely day. I slept in, finished my homework, ate chocolate, and praised my other half for doing the dishes without prompting. I suppose I could post about some of that. Who doesn't like sleeping in? Homework is a near-universal thorn, while chocolate makes many people's day. And the stereotype causes my man's spontaneous decision to wash dishes cause for celebration.
But I don't feel like it. I have a writing blog now, but it's for my benefit more than anyone else, so you'll have to stumble across it without my directions.
Posts in Driftwood will have to float in whenever the tide turns that way. See you when I see you. :)
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