the word
Ah, well... not much to report. I was going to go all out and write for hours and hours just on feeeeeelings, as Emily likes to put it. Instead, I got caught up reading this weblog. Until I came across some of websites from the Thin Forum, I'd never taken to reading people's weblogs aside from a few celebrities and people I know. Usually personal blogs are all blather and foam. People rant about their stupid friends, their stupid videogames, and how they did X, Y, and Z that day. Yes, I do the same. The difference between a good blog and a bad blog rest on TWO things. Pay attention, these might apply to you.

ONE: Good grammar. Spell correctly. It is NOT cool to write entirely in l33t, nor is it "kyuute" to spell words like an eightgrader in 'net slang with caPiTaliZAtion all over the place. Spelling words WRONG (typos are another thing) is even worse. Use commas, use periods. For gods sake use line breaks and write in an intelligibly large FONT. And so on and so on. If english is your second language, I forgive you. Mostly. Otherwise please, you're an eyesore. (I'm a journalism major, expect me to be highly opinionated about writing ^^)

NUMBER TWO: I understand that your blog is your blog to write what you wish. I have no right to say this, but I will anyway: blogs that say nothing are nothing. Oh yay you and your friend Jamie are having the best time crushing on Billy because he's so kyyyyyuuuute. I used to write diary entries like that. Now they make me vomit. You played 15 hours of WarCraft II today and finally beat the Night Elf campaign. Wait: I break here... any one of these trite things on any given day I completely think is GREAT. But there are certain blogs which progress no farther than shallow chronicalling of video games or the occasional social misadventure. This tells no one, especially YOU, nothing about yourself. SAY something, SAY anything! BE HEARD!!! Maybe I expect too much of people. Actually, I don't... I ignore those blogs that generally don't pass my interest threshold, unless I'm spying on someone or waiting for something. I just hope that people out there actually have some DEPTH to themselves. Maybe some just... don't? In any case, in my mind there's nothing better to read than something with some continuity. Whether that continuity be purely intellectual exploration or a plotline. A theme? A personality? Something to chew on.... some.... SUBSTANCE. Yum.

I am being highly critical here. What it comes down to is individual purpose. People should maintain a blog for their own enjoyment and if you want to write Hello Kitty corner and blog about how many hours of DDR you can play before collapsing from a Mountain Dew Overload or how much Lodoss War you can watch without going to the bathroom, COOL! Whatever floats your boat. I know I sound haughty here. I'm sorry.... I'm just looking for a little good reading here and I think I've found it in the most unexpected place.

Actually, that's a lie. I know what makes good reading. So do you, admit it. What makes good reading is Drama: real or fabricated Drama. Welcome to Dawson's Creek, suck it up like leeches you starving, soulless masses. That's what you want, isn't it? (Eheh... I need to stop talking to no one here) We've all got drama. We've all got issues. It just so happens that those people who recognize their own drama and are introspective enough to write about it (whether that writing be bitching, whining, complaining or som pro-active philosophication...) are those who posses the intellectual capacity to use grammar, complete sentences, and carry on a story line.

So I find myself fascinated by this black drama. Partially because it's so familiar. Partially because it's void in my life right now. I'm listless. It's morbid curiosity. But it's not all black. Some, like Anna's journal are well written and thoughtful, not particulary infused with self pity and angst. (Read the SAGA from this journal if you have the time to be caught up in what should be published as a small novel) It's made me want to write up my own history. A Comedy of Errs... because I really haven't revealed the Players as much as I should have. Some part of me thinks they don't want to be revealed.

Prepare yourselves, Players. The time is yet to come. I still want to write and write and write tonight. Sometimes when I find myself reading someone else's work, I get caught up in the flow and I feel my own mind automatically get caught up in its own turning rhythm. I need to write, then. Now is one of those times. But I'm tired and Justin wants to watch a movie with me. I want to write and write and write and get lost in my own life like it were a novel. I want to tell you all about my deaths and rebirths until I get tired and sick of myself and my own narcisissm. I always regret not writing because the inspiration goes away and then I'm left a void. But this is helping, in a way.

I still need to go to the Confessional. I still need to write the entry on Unplugging the Fridge. And now I want to write on the Players. You'll get one or both of the first two tomorrow, I promise. So much time lately, so little inspiration. What comes comes at inopportune moments. Thus is the life of an aspiring writer.