gonna write. gotta write. every class i’ve ever taken with a writing component, the teacher has stood there and told us, “if you can’t think of anything to write, just start writing,” which always seemed paradoxical to me, but i guess they have a point. if you start writing about how you have nothing to write, at least you’re writing something, right? and maybe it will lead to something else. i just don’t want to lose interest in this journal like i’m sure so many people do who start one, write a lot, have a great time, post less and less, then give up. that makes it seem like a fad. personally, i think this has been too beneficial to me to let it be a fad and just let it slowly fall out of my life. any practice writing is good. and this is practice in front of an audience, even (or so the tracker tells me). and if i want to write something serious someday (as i keep telling myself i do), and i don’t have the time to really dive into that project now with school (as i tell myself i don’t), then i’d better stick with something more manageable where i can at least hone my voice a little bit. right? that’s how i see it. practice makes perfect. maybe i should make up fictitious stories about my day then, since i’d rather write a novel than an autobiography.

today my consumer behavior professor introduced part of his lecture on a guy named thorndike by saying, “he asked the big questions. like bart simpson, who answered the age-old question, ‘can hamsters fly planes?’…” the lecture was actually on experiements to see if cats were smarter than dogs (thorndike’s big question, which isn’t so big really at all), but i don’t think i have any other professors who can ably quote the simpsons like that. bravo sir.

oh and by the way that was a true story not fiction. not much of a story at that. what can you do.

[now hearing this: rancid – …and out come the wolves because sometimes it’s fun to listen to old punk cds from high school. or was that junior high? i can’ even remember.]