by elizabeth gilbert. i really enjoyed this book, not only because of her language, or because it was a fairly easy read, but because it helped corroborate my longing to leave and see the world on my own, and that it is truly possible to do so.
although there were many, this one particular excerpt really stood out to me:
"I look at the Augusteum, and I think that perhaps my life has not actually been so chaotic, after all. It is merely this world that is chaotic, bringing changes to us all that nobody could have anticipated. The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve. Yesterday I might have been a glorious monument to somebody, true enough--but tomorrow I could be a fireworks depository. Even in the Eternal City, says the silent Augusteum, one must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation."
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
my first blogspot
finally, my first blogspot. i always thought of blogspot users as the more sophisticated and educated, those who are too mature for the once popular teeny-bopper xanga and too introspective for the social networking of facebook. but then again that could just be my prejudice since really, the only people i actually know who keep a blogspot are my junior english teacher, my georgetown professor, and my articulate college friend (?) i met on a tour in korea.
but this interpretation of blogspot definitely should not be construed as the vision i have for myself. i just think that it was time to move on and blogspot's simple (and cute) layout has always appealed to me.
and so here i am, with sinuses completely congested and my body fully decked out in my hello kitty pajamas. yes, my pink terry cloth hello kitty jammers that i shamelessly wear to bed, and sometimes even in front of my friends. my wet hair is wrapped up in a turban-esque pile on top of my head. i should be expecting nothing short of disaster tomorrow morning when i wake up to go to school to find my hair tangled and utterly unmanageable.
i'm not quite sure what i'm trying to get at but it only seemed appropriate to publish a post on the day that this blogspot has been created. actually, shit it's wednesday 12:30 a.m. which means i'm a day late...
well now that the romance has been sucked out of my first-blogspot-post-ever, i might as well just get to the point. my hopes in writing in this blog are to publish often, whether it be lyrics, excerpts, poetry, photographs, or even some of my own ramblings for my own personal growth. i don't expect anyone to read this, and if they do, i'll probably be embarrassed for myself but either way, i guess this is my way of making sure that i don't lose sight of who i am, and to allow for some measure of self-contemplation.
maybe in a year or so, hey maybe even on this exact day, i'll be able to look back and see how i've (hopefully) progressed, both in my writing and my thoughts.
anyway, it's getting late. i should be sleeping. for the final time, welcome to blogspot, yuri.
but this interpretation of blogspot definitely should not be construed as the vision i have for myself. i just think that it was time to move on and blogspot's simple (and cute) layout has always appealed to me.
and so here i am, with sinuses completely congested and my body fully decked out in my hello kitty pajamas. yes, my pink terry cloth hello kitty jammers that i shamelessly wear to bed, and sometimes even in front of my friends. my wet hair is wrapped up in a turban-esque pile on top of my head. i should be expecting nothing short of disaster tomorrow morning when i wake up to go to school to find my hair tangled and utterly unmanageable.
i'm not quite sure what i'm trying to get at but it only seemed appropriate to publish a post on the day that this blogspot has been created. actually, shit it's wednesday 12:30 a.m. which means i'm a day late...
well now that the romance has been sucked out of my first-blogspot-post-ever, i might as well just get to the point. my hopes in writing in this blog are to publish often, whether it be lyrics, excerpts, poetry, photographs, or even some of my own ramblings for my own personal growth. i don't expect anyone to read this, and if they do, i'll probably be embarrassed for myself but either way, i guess this is my way of making sure that i don't lose sight of who i am, and to allow for some measure of self-contemplation.
maybe in a year or so, hey maybe even on this exact day, i'll be able to look back and see how i've (hopefully) progressed, both in my writing and my thoughts.
anyway, it's getting late. i should be sleeping. for the final time, welcome to blogspot, yuri.
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