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Aug. 20th, 2004 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miraje......................................
I have absolutely nothing of interest to write about at the moment, but I feel like my journal's about due for an actual update of substance. All of my posts of late have been pointless ramblings about mundane day to day crap that I'm sure no one is interested enough to read as evidenced by the nearly complete disappearance of comments. I'm not a comment whore, mind you, but it is a signal to me that I need to put more effort towards actually writing as opposed to..well....not writing. I'll give an example:
Writing: It felt like Christmas when I opened my door and saw the postman standing in the hall with that little, square box in his hand. It took me 10 minutes to get to the goodies inside. The sender taped it up so well that it could sink to the bottom of a lake and not absorb a drop of water. The effort was well rewarded, though, because inside the package was the cutest little camera I had ever seen.
Not Writing: My camera finally came in the mail today.
Granted, my entries don't have to reek so bad of high-school-english-essay-homework syndrome, but I could certainly make them a little more interesting. I'm merely putting forth an example.
My life is boring, so many of my entries tend to be lengthily (is lengthily a word?) worded renditions of some normally very simple events. Refer to my Plant killing post.
I have absolutely nothing of interest to write about at the moment, but I feel like my journal's about due for an actual update of substance. All of my posts of late have been pointless ramblings about mundane day to day crap that I'm sure no one is interested enough to read as evidenced by the nearly complete disappearance of comments. I'm not a comment whore, mind you, but it is a signal to me that I need to put more effort towards actually writing as opposed to..well....not writing. I'll give an example:
Writing: It felt like Christmas when I opened my door and saw the postman standing in the hall with that little, square box in his hand. It took me 10 minutes to get to the goodies inside. The sender taped it up so well that it could sink to the bottom of a lake and not absorb a drop of water. The effort was well rewarded, though, because inside the package was the cutest little camera I had ever seen.
Not Writing: My camera finally came in the mail today.
Granted, my entries don't have to reek so bad of high-school-english-essay-homework syndrome, but I could certainly make them a little more interesting. I'm merely putting forth an example.
My life is boring, so many of my entries tend to be lengthily (is lengthily a word?) worded renditions of some normally very simple events. Refer to my Plant killing post.
