I decided I wanted a blog. I like to have opinions, and I love words, and a blog seemed to make some sort of sense. I have plenty to say. Except for right now on this blog where I can say whatever I want. Now I have nothing to say. I finally understand why Hank and John Green make videos for each other. I don't know if it started this way, but it's weird to blog or vlog to a possible nonexistent audience of random strangers. It's good to have someone specific in mind when doing this. I don't know who will read this or if they'll like it. (That's less of a thing though.) But I will have to assume I'm writing to random strangers. It's a weird place to be.
So, if you're a random stranger, welcome to my blog. No one knows where it will take you because I don't, and I'm writing it. But it could be fun. Or it could be the opposite of that. I hope not. As for me, I'm a 21-year-old college student at Ouachita Baptist University in Arkansas working on a major in Psychology and a major in Spanish. However, my true passion is book writing. It's mostly young adult fiction. Since my plan is to write books, I'm not really sure why I'm getting degrees in those things or at all, but I don't think I should stop. I love my classes and my university and my friends here. So I think I'll stay. Staying is good. (And psychology is a big deal in motivation for characters and stuff. Plus, I'm venturing into the world of young adult psychological fiction with an idea featuring a schizophrenic teenage girl named Shadow.) And Spanish is always useful.
I love words in all forms--books, poetry, quotes, movies, songs, languages, names...all of it. I like words for the way they sound, for what they mean, they way they look on the page. (I also dislike some words for all these reasons.) And I keep a running list.
I talk faster than most New Yorkers at a speed which might be considered humanly impossible, but to me I hear it all the same. Everyone I know talks at the same speed I do in my ears. I didn't even believe people when they told me I talked fast until I was in the seventh grade, and I played back a recording of me talking about something random. Now I know. But don't ask me to slow down because that is not a thing. (Like I CAN'T. Not that I won't.)
I don't know what else I have to say. Probably a lot. But also nothing.
So that's that, I guess.
Bonne nuit, mes amis.
