I don’t want to write. Not now, not in two minutes, not even in three minutes. That’s not good, and I’ll tell you why that’s not good. I’m not thrilled to be shying away from writing, because I previously decided to become some form of a writer in the future. Now, does that make much sense? Why do I want to be a writer if I can barely will myself to sit in front of a laptop and tap out my thoughts? Well, that’s not such an easy question to answer. I’ll answer it by not acknowledging it anymore. Let’s just say I’m not so happy about my abstinence from the keyboard because, and I’m fairly certain of this, writers are supposed to write. I mean, that makes sense, right? Hunters hunt, tigers tige, and Writers write; That’s how life works.
Anyway, after that indignant and begrudging opener, I’m feeling loosened up. I think I might even be ready to write about Rotary stuff. How about that? I mean, that’s what I’m supposed to write about and probably what you are interested in reading about. On that not, I’m sorry if you don’t like my stream of consciousness writing style, which doesn’t always cover Rotary material. I’ve found it’s more fun to write that way. And when it’s more fun to write, it’s generally more fun to read. Nonetheless, I apologize if you came exclusively for Rotary stories, I just don’t write in ideal style for a Rotary blog filled with Rotary stories. Nor am I meant for writing blogs relevant and coherent narratives. Sorry, Folks. Rotary turns you wild.
Not wild enough to completely deviate from a Rotary and Rotary byproduct blog. No, today I will tell a couple stories, go on a couple tangents, and probably end the whole thing with a list. Making lists is my fallback when there are too many stories to tell and too few hours for me to finish a blog and sleep before school starts. Also, when I say it’s my fallback I mean it’s my usual. So, let’s get to the good stuff! Right, mom?
Actually, what if I started with a list? Wouldn’t that be a hoot?
Whoops, hopefully it’s a hoot.
- I just got a haircut (That’s important) (it was my second cut of the exchange)
- I feel more tired as a human being (hopefully, sleep related)
- I’m switching families this Friday 02/02/18 (Definition of Bittersweet)
- I’m still play handball, and I’m really enjoying my daily attempts to speak Slovak with the team
- I have grown a beard (not an actual beard, but whatever teenagers who don’t have real beards grow), have shaved it down to a mustache, and have subsequently been shamed into shearing my face completely
- I have read books (my favorite so far: “The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed out of the Window and Disappeared”. The book “1984” was interesting too, in a different, less fun way)
- I joined a band. Well, really I just wanted to borrow a trumpet to play in my free time, but when I picked up the trumpet I was informed I was actually attending my first hour-long band practice, and that I wouldn’t be able to use the trumpet unless I played for the band. In short, I joined a band!
- I continue to get ham and corn pizza, quite frequently, after school
- I went skiing in the Low Tatra Mountains (They’re still pretty high)
- I have started listening to more podcasts. Specifically, ones pertaining to “Welcome to Night Vale” and Harris Wittels, the late comedian
- I have spent a few interrupted windows of time studying Slovak (not windows made of glass)
- I have spent time reading Slovak children’s stories with my host mom, Marika (I’d be hard pressed to say I learn anything from the children’s stories, but speaking Slovak with Marika definitely helps)
- I have made plenty of lists (sorry)
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