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"18. Describe yourself as a friend."
"Rated M for MAGIC. (And also foul language.)"
I was just given a twenty-question survey by my Math teacher. He was told in the beginning of the year to hand it out to students on the first day of school, September 9 2013, to get to know them. We were only just now asked to fill out the survey, on April 4 2014.
That was my answer to question eighteen.
To be perfectly honest, I can think of no better way to describe myself, or preface this journal expedition.
Hi, everyone; my name is Archer, and I want to start using this stupid dumb journal for its intended purpose. I know it's gone out of vogue now -- all you're supposed to put on personal journals now are muselists, fic, and other crap -- but I kind of want to do more than that. I look at the ways that folks communicated on LJ back in the olden days, when I was much too young to even fathom LJ being a thing; people wrote long posts? About themselves? And other people commented?
My mind. It was boggled.
But it was an interested kind of boggled, I suppose. I've never been the absolute best at talking about myself, or spilling my guts for the world to see. This makes communication hard, sometimes. But after an unexpected but wonderful conversation with a friend, I've come to realize that the only way to overcome this problem is to force myself past it; after all, there's nothing stopping me from being completely open but my own reservation and anxiety over it. I've always been a reserved person -- but was that because of my nature, or just by necessity of where I grew up? Even as a child, I had zero interest in ~opening up~ to the assholes who attended my school, and that shaped how I acted and thought from kindergarten all the way up to eighth grade.
But I'm a high schooler now, and I'm away from that same clump of people. I'm in a vocational school where I can hone my artistic abilities, and that I got into by putting actual work into it. And surprise surprise, the students at my current school are far and away better than my local public school's students could ever hope to be.
I'm surrounded by people who aren't jackasses, so after three years of taking small but significant steps, it's time for me to push myself out there and see what happens when I adapt.
It's time to motherfucking blog.
"Rated M for MAGIC. (And also foul language.)"
I was just given a twenty-question survey by my Math teacher. He was told in the beginning of the year to hand it out to students on the first day of school, September 9 2013, to get to know them. We were only just now asked to fill out the survey, on April 4 2014.
That was my answer to question eighteen.
To be perfectly honest, I can think of no better way to describe myself, or preface this journal expedition.
Hi, everyone; my name is Archer, and I want to start using this stupid dumb journal for its intended purpose. I know it's gone out of vogue now -- all you're supposed to put on personal journals now are muselists, fic, and other crap -- but I kind of want to do more than that. I look at the ways that folks communicated on LJ back in the olden days, when I was much too young to even fathom LJ being a thing; people wrote long posts? About themselves? And other people commented?
My mind. It was boggled.
But it was an interested kind of boggled, I suppose. I've never been the absolute best at talking about myself, or spilling my guts for the world to see. This makes communication hard, sometimes. But after an unexpected but wonderful conversation with a friend, I've come to realize that the only way to overcome this problem is to force myself past it; after all, there's nothing stopping me from being completely open but my own reservation and anxiety over it. I've always been a reserved person -- but was that because of my nature, or just by necessity of where I grew up? Even as a child, I had zero interest in ~opening up~ to the assholes who attended my school, and that shaped how I acted and thought from kindergarten all the way up to eighth grade.
But I'm a high schooler now, and I'm away from that same clump of people. I'm in a vocational school where I can hone my artistic abilities, and that I got into by putting actual work into it. And surprise surprise, the students at my current school are far and away better than my local public school's students could ever hope to be.
I'm surrounded by people who aren't jackasses, so after three years of taking small but significant steps, it's time for me to push myself out there and see what happens when I adapt.
It's time to motherfucking blog.
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