Lunch time is entirely short for me to do anything. It's like right after I finish my lunch, I only have half an hour left. Yet the other 7+ hours I work move before me like a slug.

I differentiate things I've written (on actual paper) from things I type based on the formatting. So the post a few below is actually something I wrote (a couple of drafts of too actually!). Sure, I could've kept it hidden, that's how I normally roll when I bother to handwrite something. But then again, I could keep all of this hidden. I don't necessarily blog about anything of importance or any actual topic other than myself and my daily trite quests of sandwiches, naps and students and occasionally a funny picture for your viewing pleasure. There's no real need for me to blog, I'm not contributing...I'm just clogging the tubes. Yet when I blog, I get a different vibe to my witting because I'm reaching a different audience more importantly a public audience. My journal's not a public person, the only one who will see it is me. It's a hodgepodge. Sloppy words, sloppy wording and bad structure. Any random thought that pops into my head can end up in those pages. My blog is accessible to everyone, so it changes the way I write. I try not to be sloppy, I make efforts to be entertaining and readable and I remain cryptic. Writing in my blog is like writing a letter to my mother describing college life. I keep all the good details out and report back to her on the mediocre events that would make her think I'm still a good kid. My journal is my childhood friend who went to a different school...it gets all the juicy bits. Every now and then though I feel like posting some of that on my blog, just because I like the way it sounds and I feel like sharing. Those are the posts that cause people to react. I can assure you that not one person commented on my peanut butter and jelly sandwich (which never manifested in case you were really wondering, I ended up getting a frozen pizza! YUM!)...but I did get asked who I was referring to in the post below. The truth is, I wasn't referencing anyone or any thing in particular. It was just a comment on how I feel about the beginnings and endings of all sorts or relationships.

Even as I type this, I'm beginning to hate it. I hate that it'll bet misconstrued into something that is shouldn't be. I would hate to be a real writer and then read the critiques of my work, listen to the lecture halls discuss what the symbolism is behind my work and being told I was implying this based on some part of my book. People would state their opinions on what my work meant based solely on inferences and although I could say no it's not true....it wouldn't work that way.

Already this is post is being read into a lil' too deeply. Already it seems like I'm being cryptic when I'm not. I swim in the shallow end friends, keep that in mind!

Part of the reason why I kept my blog with the whole I did this today log was because people were putting meaning into the meaningless things I write. A lot of what I write is meaningless dribble and quaint ideas that pop into my head. I don't mean to sound like a high school rebellious teenager, but I feel so misunderstood...but not because I'm so complex, but I'm much simpler than people think!

Lunch is already over! What nonsense!

I cannot wait to return to my lil' apartment tonight and just lay in bed and read. Nothing is better than passing out after being sleep deprived for three days whilst reading something from AJPA! I'll probably end up with highlighter all over my face! =) Back to the salt mines!