For once in my life
I have things to blog about, but no time to actually do it.
This is usually the exact opposite of my predicament: having nothing to blog about, but having way too much time to waste.
Three things that I want to blog about:
1. The fire in Santa Barbara and my oh so exciting stay at Westmont. I’m not sure if I should make this a narrative, or write it like I would to colleges (I’ve seriously thought about doing so. It’s an interesting experience, and really made me think about mortality and the large contrast between how we lived in that gym for twelve hours and how we would normally have lived. Or something like that).
2. A concert review of Claire Marie, who I was able to see at Mai’s Cafe on Saturday. Also, since I saw the act after her, I guess I can review her too. Except that I definitely liked Claire more, and not just because I know her.
3. Some sort of introspective looking at how I’m getting older (17 on Wednesday) and how I’m trying to improve my habits and way of living. But seriously, this is something that I’ve tried to fix since I realized it was a problem. (“This” being: my exercise habits, my eating habits, my sleeping habits, my study habits. Or, actually, the lack of all of them.) I don’t know, saying to myself “you’re seventeen now, act responsible” seems like it would be more effective than the usual, impersonal “It’s the New Year, act responsible”. And for all my friends, who are all older than me, please don’t burst my idealistic bubble by saying that being seventeen will not suddenly make me responsible. I do realize this, but it doesn’t need to be stated by anyone else but me, aha. (Well, I pretty much got that topic out of the way. I guess now I don’t have to blog about it again, heh.)
And although I never expected to write a blog about this, since it is a rather normal theme in my life, I think I should probably state that my current relationship with academia is: GAH, I HATE YOU.
Anyway. This blog is finished. Good day.
Maybe it’s because I’m a moderate.
But all this political talk is starting to take its toll on me.
I don’t know. I actually find politics quite interesting, partially because I realize that I only know the basics of certain issues and policies, and have much to learn. For a bit I considered looking more closely into getting a political science major, but I don’t think that I would be able to be a politician, so I decided against it.
Anyway. I’m ready for the election to be over. Although, I have concerns either way. Let’s be honest, because I don’t care how much you love your preferred candidate: they both have their weaknesses. Our country is going to be facing some troubles either way. (Which, of course, is not to say that Bush is wonderful. I guess by now I should be used to having the weak Executive branch.)
In other news, apparently my dad spoke to an ex-newscaster who was also retiring from whatever job he had acquired in the armed services (I think he was a public relations person), and mentioned that I wanted to go into journalism. He was fishing for good colleges for said major, but didn’t get any specifics. What he did get, however, was this statement: that true journalism was going the way of the dinosaur. It should be easy to see why, considering that the internet has caused newspaper sales to drop. Now, “real journalists” are becoming more internet savvy, but also have to compete with (gasp!) bloggers (who are basically all editorialists).
This concerns me. I probably won’t choose a different major simply because of this (valid) opinion, but. Well. It is what it is. I’m sure that journalism will probably find a way to combat and survive. After all, what would we do without our Fourth Branch?
(Though, arts & entertainment style journalism probably will take a huge hit. Personally, I would be so stoked if I ended up as a music journalist for some website. I’ve thought about this before, but never seriously. But come on: writing and music. Song of the Week, anyone? I’m freaking obsessed with both of them.)
