New Year's Resolution.

So, my life is pretty much a series of incomplete events. For example, I have started writing blogs and just saved them as drafts and never really got around to finishing them and posting them. It's a problem of mine. I rarely finish anything that I start.

But one of my New Year's Resolutions is to read and write more for fun (I know I know Nerd Alert ok shush I love English). Over Christmas Break I finished reading 4 books and started on a 5th. I had forgotten how much I loved to read because college gets in the way and takes over my life and I've pushed aside some of the things that I really enjoyed doing.
I also used to love writing. I was going to take a creative writing class this semester, but when I went to it on Tuesday it seemed like a giant waste of time. Basically, the whole class was busy work and we would only be writing one short story over the whole semester. When I took creative writing in high school we would turn in short stories every 3 days. So I dropped the class because I didn't want to deal with it honestly and I didn't think I would enjoy it. However, I still intend to write more this year. That includes this blog (Hi. How's it goin.)

I feel like I'll have more free time because my classes are all in the afternoon. So maybe I'll actually take the time to go somewhere and write for an hour, just because. Or maybe I'll just end up sleeping until noon. Lolz, I love sleepin. Anyways, I want to take time to do the things I love so that I don't forget why I'm here. I don't want to be miserable this semester obsessing and stressing over my school work.

I know that this has just been a bunch of rambling but. Stay with me. Maybe one of these days I'll have a thought that's equivalent to E=MC^2
LOL JK I HATE MATH/PHYSICS/NUMBERS.

Oh and here's the classes that I'm taking because I know you were all wondering and waiting at the edge of your seats:
Intro to Mass Communication, Shakespeare, British Literature, French 2.
But basically just French because it's taking over my life and I have to go to class 4 days a week and do all this online junk it's time consuming.

So in conclusion, this blog was written in stream of consciousness similar to James Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I hated that book, add that to my previous list of books I hate. Ducks. My mother is a fish. Literature references.

Ok I need to quit now bye :)