i have obviously been absent from writing, due in part to lovely weather outside, an all nighter of drinking with some buddies that set me back a day or two, and my most recent obsession: watching documentaries on ballet companies (preferably the kiev you see). I have been trying to write something about myself in the name of job hunting, and it is proving to be the most difficult task i have ever tried to tackle.
Writing about oneself should be easy, right? anything i put down seems uninteresting, pointless or fake. How is one supposed to portray their passions, desires (oh and punctuality) in a paragraph. The goal for the day is to finally finish this dam thing, actually start working out again and get over the mundane.
in other news, my mother suggested i start a blog. ("about one of your interests! you can write about cooking!")
i always thought of this as a virtual diary that two people read.