I have decided to start this journal for a few reasons, mainly because I’m at a time and place in my life where my thoughts are rapidly changing, so I’d like to reflect on my days. I am not only growing into an adult, but I’m also spending a few months traveling around Southeast Asia. Also, after four years of almost exclusively STEM courses, my writing and communications skills have gotten embarrassingly poor… I used to be a great writer, I swear. I have so many new opinions and ideas these days, but I feel like I don’t have the vocabulary or means to convey myself well and it is getting frustrating.
So, I will be forcing myself to post daily on this blog. I’ll be taking one photo each day, making note of a memorable quote each day, learning a new vocabulary word each day, and rambling on and on each day.
I will also be practicing German in Duolingo for a half hour each day. I’m aware I will never be fluent in German using this method, but I enjoy the sound of German words, contrary to the rest of the world.
I apologize in advance for anyone who stumbles upon this blog, because I am not creative and will probably bore you with my monotony, lists, and half-baked philosophies. When I am 30 I will probably read this and cringe, similar to how I cringe thinking of my 16 year old self identifying with Holden Caulfield. I hope that doesn’t happen.
Here is my first post, I hope nobody reads it. I wanted to make this private, but I will suck it up. No photo of the day today because my phone and/or computer won’t recognize the usb connection. I am too poor to have a data plan, but also my old data plan stressed me out too much.
If you were to see my photo of the day, you would see a photo of a book, White Oleander, open on a table outside of my lab at work while I was waiting for my supervisor to arrive. I will not be writing about my internship in this blog, as it would be very easy to narrow down my lab and supervisors and whatnot based on a small amount of information.
I finished that book today, it was quite good. Google the plot. My favorite aspect of the book was not the plot, however. The book was written so poetically; it made me want to create artwork, read fine literature, smell fancy perfumes, listen to classical music, clip rose bushes, and do other snobby, cultured things.
The quote that precedes this entry was taken from White Oleander, and was spoken by the protagonist, Astrid, with regards to her mother’s life lessons. From a shallow perspective, I liked the quote because I like pottery. However, I also enjoyed the quote because I’ve recently been growing and have been shaping my life in a direction that makes me very happy. I have had an amazing opportunity to travel around Asia, and have met amazing people. My boyfriend is wonderful and brilliant, and has helped me develop into a happy, healthy, mature woman. I’ve learned new skills, gained new perspectives, had ups and downs through my teen years, and in general, I am pleased with where I am right now; I am extremely lucky in every regard, and am excited to live my life. If I die young people can use this paragraph at my eulogy, I guess.
I am tired. Here is my word today, complete with my own phonetics because I can never remember what the real symbols mean:
surreptitious (syrup-ti-shus): kept secret, especially because it would not be approved of.
“low wages were supplemented by surreptitious payments from tradesmen”