A Matter of Style

I have started to get some feedback on my little project here that I call my life or at least on how I relay it here to the rest of the world.

I have never really thought that my writing style was all that strong. I have a grasp on the English language, but I am not a professional writer by any means. I guess that I could learn to write in iambic pentameter and shout phrases like, "A horse. A horse. My kingdom for a horse." Another personal favorite of mine is "Once more unto the breach dear friends, once more, or we'll fill up the walls with our English dead."

I remember that the professor in my freshman writing class was less than impressed with me. The feeling was mutual. Of course now that I look back I could have changed classes, but its all in the past now.

Most of the writing that I did in college was of the term paper variety. So that probably explains my very straight forward style. Informational and not very emotional paragraphs look good in a term paper.

There are times when I wonder what could I have talked about when I was eighteen. I was young and healthy. My parents were and are still married. There were no world wind tours to talk about and I was just adjusting to college. I have to confess that I enjoy reading the journals of college students now. Most of what they talk about is very familiar to me. I like to think that had I written then it would have been just as good as the ones that I read now. It would have been full of stories of roommates, professors and summer jobs. I guess if I really wanted, I could do a few flashback entries from that time in my life. When I was in school the Internet connection had yet to appear on campus.

The first attempt at a diary was made when I was sixteen and was quickly abandoned. I started a new journal about two years ago at the suggestion of an old girlfriend of mine. I think that it is strange that she has no idea how much I have written since she gave me the idea. She can't even take credit for my pages of scrawl. This second attempt was much stronger and has evolved into this version.

Some people have described me as weird. Others have used more colorful language. Former roommates and girlfriends would be good candidates in this department. By my own admission I am a very moody person. I like to think that whatever you think of me you will remember me. Yes, I can feel my ego expanding as I write these very words.

Television is so mind numbing. When I get home I am so tired that I can't resist and sit there like an idiot until I regain my senses and shut it off.