Note to Self:

     I’ve been told I can write. I never thought I was any good at it. I tend to ramble, drift off topic, and write in a stream-of-conscious-I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-grammar kind of way. I can’t spell to save my life - I’m seriously not kidding, ask anyone who knows me. However, despite this, I’ve been told I can write by people that don’t know me as any better than “Marlene’s daughter.” Speaking as someone who has trouble spelling ‘grammar,’ I take this as a compliment.

            I still don’t think I’m that good at it. In the grand scheme of things my opinion is worth nothing more than the wisdom of a 20-something graduate student in the crumbling economy of another world empire. What do I really know about the world? Who knows, or cares. All I know is that if you asked me what I could actually see myself doing after I graduate I’d answer you with either working with C to ‘save the world, one bamboo stick at a time’ or write.

I enjoy the stories of the people I meet, especially the ones people tell without even realizing it. As of right now, writing is my back up plan. I have no idea how I would go about, or even fund either of these endeavors, but that’s all part of the thrill for me. I can’t see myself thriving in an office environment. I’m too restless. Although I know that beggars can’t be choosers in this environment, I also feel that now is the time because of this environment. It isn’t like the job market in the west is going to magically change drastically in the next year so what do I have to lose?

The way I see it? Screw how things are ‘supposed’ to be done; just go for it. If it’s an idea worth pursuing, the rest will follow.

I know I usually give you a little something extra if you make it through my posts so this has been on my playlist lately enjoy!

     I’ve been told I can write. I never thought I was any good at it. I tend to ramble, drift off topic, and write in a stream-of-conscious-I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-grammar kind of way. I can’t spell to save my life - I’m seriously not kidding, ask anyone who knows me. However, despite this, I’ve been told I can write by people that don’t know me as any better than “Marlene’s daughter.” Speaking as someone who has trouble spelling ‘grammar,’ I take this as a compliment.

            I still don’t think I’m that good at it. In the grand scheme of things my opinion is worth nothing more than the wisdom of a 20-something graduate student in the crumbling economy of another world empire. What do I really know about the world? Who knows, or cares. All I know is that if you asked me what I could actually see myself doing after I graduate I’d answer you with either working with C to ‘save the world, one bamboo stick at a time’ or write.

I enjoy the stories of the people I meet, especially the ones people tell without even realizing it. As of right now, writing is my back up plan. I have no idea how I would go about, or even fund either of these endeavors, but that’s all part of the thrill for me. I can’t see myself thriving in an office environment. I’m too restless. Although I know that beggars can’t be choosers in this environment, I also feel that now is the time because of this environment. It isn’t like the job market in the west is going to magically change drastically in the next year so what do I have to lose?

The way I see it? Screw how things are ‘supposed’ to be done; just go for it. If it’s an idea worth pursuing, the rest will follow.

I know I usually give you a little something extra if you make it through my posts so this has been on my playlist lately enjoy!

     I’ve been told I can write. I never thought I was any good at it. I tend to ramble, drift off topic, and write in a stream-of-conscious-I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-grammar kind of way. I can’t spell to save my life - I’m seriously not kidding, ask anyone who knows me. However, despite this, I’ve been told I can write by people that don’t know me as any better than “Marlene’s daughter.” Speaking as someone who has trouble spelling ‘grammar,’ I take this as a compliment.

            I still don’t think I’m that good at it. In the grand scheme of things my opinion is worth nothing more than the wisdom of a 20-something graduate student in the crumbling economy of another world empire. What do I really know about the world? Who knows, or cares. All I know is that if you asked me what I could actually see myself doing after I graduate I’d answer you with either working with C to ‘save the world, one bamboo stick at a time’ or write.

I enjoy the stories of the people I meet, especially the ones people tell without even realizing it. As of right now, writing is my back up plan. I have no idea how I would go about, or even fund either of these endeavors, but that’s all part of the thrill for me. I can’t see myself thriving in an office environment. I’m too restless. Although I know that beggars can’t be choosers in this environment, I also feel that now is the time because of this environment. It isn’t like the job market in the west is going to magically change drastically in the next year so what do I have to lose?

The way I see it? Screw how things are ‘supposed’ to be done; just go for it. If it’s an idea worth pursuing, the rest will follow.

I know I usually give you a little something extra if you make it through my posts so this has been on my playlist lately enjoy!

     I’ve been told I can write. I never thought I was any good at it. I tend to ramble, drift off topic, and write in a stream-of-conscious-I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-grammar kind of way. I can’t spell to save my life - I’m seriously not kidding, ask anyone who knows me. However, despite this, I’ve been told I can write by people that don’t know me as any better than “Marlene’s daughter.” Speaking as someone who has trouble spelling ‘grammar,’ I take this as a compliment.

            I still don’t think I’m that good at it. In the grand scheme of things my opinion is worth nothing more than the wisdom of a 20-something graduate student in the crumbling economy of another world empire. What do I really know about the world? Who knows, or cares. All I know is that if you asked me what I could actually see myself doing after I graduate I’d answer you with either working with C to ‘save the world, one bamboo stick at a time’ or write.

I enjoy the stories of the people I meet, especially the ones people tell without even realizing it. As of right now, writing is my back up plan. I have no idea how I would go about, or even fund either of these endeavors, but that’s all part of the thrill for me. I can’t see myself thriving in an office environment. I’m too restless. Although I know that beggars can’t be choosers in this environment, I also feel that now is the time because of this environment. It isn’t like the job market in the west is going to magically change drastically in the next year so what do I have to lose?

The way I see it? Screw how things are ‘supposed’ to be done; just go for it. If it’s an idea worth pursuing, the rest will follow.

I know I usually give you a little something extra if you make it through my posts so this has been on my playlist lately enjoy!