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The question has never been "to blog or not to blog," but rather, "where should I blog?" Ever since I've discovered Dreamwidth and managed to snag an invite code, I've been wondering whether or not I should go back to With a Dash of Vitriol. Right now, I'm thinking that I should just stay here. There is a better sense of privacy on Dreamwidth — if I want to write an entry and make it private to the whole world, I can. If I want to make an entry private to all but my friends, I can. With Blogger, either your whole blog is private or it's not, there's no leeway. That never used to bother me before, but what if I don't want to display everything I type to the world, huh? What then? Just for that, I think I'll be staying here. I'm still getting used to the change, but I suppose I'll get used to things over time.
I've finally solved my senior project problem — I've got a mentor now! Thank god for my Latin teacher who introduced me to my mentor in the first place; without him, I have no idea where I'd be right now... My mentor is a pretty nice guy; he's gone to URI for journalism (just like I plan to do) and works as a freelancer, but does stories for the East Providence Post mostly. Next Tuesday I'll be going with him to a town council meeting, to scope out what's going on locally, and then branch out from there. I need seven hours done before November 11th, but with his busy schedule, I might be able to knock them all out before October's done!
Things are looking up. I can actually see me doing this sort of thing in the future, you know? Writing for papers, living a sort of hectic, but comfortable life. Before, me becoming a journalist just seemed like some sort of far-off dream, really — but now, it's like reality's looming in closer on me, closing in. And I'm glad for it too, because I'm ready to embrace my fate, the fate all children have to face one day — growing up. It's something I've been thinking about since I was a measly thirteen, and I was so sure then — and I am still so sure now — that things would be so much easier once I was able to join that world of adults.
Perhaps this is an immature view, but I just don't think adults realize that the world is their oyster — theirs to shape and mold! If you have a stable job, you can save up money little by little to go on vacation one day, or move somewhere you've always wanted to live, like England, Wales, or maybe just west, towards California, where all dreams supposedly come true. You can drive to the bookstore and sit and read a book with a cup of iced coffee by your side, you can drive to downtown Providence and see the waterfire, you can listen to poets on the street corners, singing nonsense rhymes. It feels like I've said this before, but whenever I think about getting older, I think of all the things I can do, I think about a freedom that seems almost intangible but at the same time, hovering right in front of me, like a carrot tied to a stick.
Yeah, I don't have much to talk about today - but I'll be blogging here more often. I'm definitely making a permanent move here, I just... have to get used to this new set up, is all. Perhaps I'll take part in that Three Weeks for DW event going on? Maybe that'll help me get used to having a new blog.
I've finally solved my senior project problem — I've got a mentor now! Thank god for my Latin teacher who introduced me to my mentor in the first place; without him, I have no idea where I'd be right now... My mentor is a pretty nice guy; he's gone to URI for journalism (just like I plan to do) and works as a freelancer, but does stories for the East Providence Post mostly. Next Tuesday I'll be going with him to a town council meeting, to scope out what's going on locally, and then branch out from there. I need seven hours done before November 11th, but with his busy schedule, I might be able to knock them all out before October's done!
Things are looking up. I can actually see me doing this sort of thing in the future, you know? Writing for papers, living a sort of hectic, but comfortable life. Before, me becoming a journalist just seemed like some sort of far-off dream, really — but now, it's like reality's looming in closer on me, closing in. And I'm glad for it too, because I'm ready to embrace my fate, the fate all children have to face one day — growing up. It's something I've been thinking about since I was a measly thirteen, and I was so sure then — and I am still so sure now — that things would be so much easier once I was able to join that world of adults.
Perhaps this is an immature view, but I just don't think adults realize that the world is their oyster — theirs to shape and mold! If you have a stable job, you can save up money little by little to go on vacation one day, or move somewhere you've always wanted to live, like England, Wales, or maybe just west, towards California, where all dreams supposedly come true. You can drive to the bookstore and sit and read a book with a cup of iced coffee by your side, you can drive to downtown Providence and see the waterfire, you can listen to poets on the street corners, singing nonsense rhymes. It feels like I've said this before, but whenever I think about getting older, I think of all the things I can do, I think about a freedom that seems almost intangible but at the same time, hovering right in front of me, like a carrot tied to a stick.
Yeah, I don't have much to talk about today - but I'll be blogging here more often. I'm definitely making a permanent move here, I just... have to get used to this new set up, is all. Perhaps I'll take part in that Three Weeks for DW event going on? Maybe that'll help me get used to having a new blog.
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