hellooo it's me
Hello everyone and welcome aboard.
The former writer of Fallen for Fiction (http://www.inlovewithbookishthings.blogspot.com), I am new and improved. No longer a lonely, bookish, technologically savvy thirteen-year-old, I am now a college student, prospective English major, and yes, still bookish, just admittedly less technologically savvy and less lonely (who would've thought that eliminating my presence from the blogosphere would lead to friends?!). My thirteen-year-old self was fluent in HTML, had a legit following, and made all sorts of online friends to replace the friends that middle school sadly did not give her (probably because she was doing things like blogging about books all the time, what a freaking NERD).
As someone who lost her love of blogging somewhere along the way to a love of, say, Instagram, or lacrosse-playing fourteen-year-old fuckboys, I am determined to get it back because I have realized that life is hard and that I don't have many talents. Specifically, I don't have many intellectual talents besides writing. This was heartbreakingly revealed to me sometime in my freshman year of high school, when I simply could not understand photosynthesis to save my life and wait a second, ALGEBRA is stealing my beloved letters, x, y, and z? I couldn't stand it. Those letters belonged to me, as an English student. Math didn't get to have both numbers and letters. Basically, math ruins anything. That (important) point aside, I might as well capitalize on my (supposed) strengths and return to something that once gave me joy at a time when few things did. (That got dark really quickly, and I would just like to say, seventh grade was a tough time, but for very silly reasons such as the fact that my mouth was full of metal and some four-foot-nine jackass didn't Kik message me back, not for more sinister, actually sad ones.) This may turn out to be an epically failed experiment, and it's likely that the only readers I get will be ones that I know in real life and will gently force to follow me and read me, but I can't call myself an aspiring writer if I never actually, you know, write stuff that other people read.
Anyway, I understand that my academic obligations these days are, um, a bit more rigorous than my seventh-grade ones were, so alas, I will not have the time to post as frequently and as enthusiastically as I once did. My goal here is to not only talk about books and that stuff, but to also talk about some real-life shit. I want to write for women, about women, to women, specifically college-aged women like me. There are so many awesome feminist writers out there today, and partly I was inspired to relaunch my blogging career (lol, career) because of them. Because their voices matter and make differences. My voice may not be unique, but how many un-unique old white boring men's voices have we heard over the centuries? The answer is TOO MANY, but they keep on putting their stuff out there, so we women might as well add our voices to the mix in as equally a persuasive, loud, and unflinching manner.
I don't really have a plan as to what this whole thing will entail, and posts will probably be erratic (if they even happen at all!), which makes sense, because my life is somewhat erratic and unpredictable and different things pique my interest at different times and sometimes I'm really into books but sometimes I'm really just into Chewy Chips Ahoy and nothing else so I can't promise you consistency here. It is also worth noting that I am in the midst of a two-week spring break where there is positively nothing to do besides read feminist rants online and watch Netflix and eat lots of M&Ms and think about the abysmal future, so the creation of this blog might be something I sincerely regret in two weeks when I am back in the real world being absolutely obliterated by my Astronomy 105 class as well as the crushing fact of my existence, so proceed with caution!
Ciao per il momento!
(Oh, that's the other thing. I'm learning Italian and I'm kind of obsessed but I'm also kind of really not good at all (yet!) so the combination of those two facts will lead me to 1) occasionally writing in Italian and 2) occasionally making dire errors while attempting to write in Italian, so for any of you Italian readers, bear with me! Arrivederci!)
The former writer of Fallen for Fiction (http://www.inlovewithbookishthings.blogspot.com), I am new and improved. No longer a lonely, bookish, technologically savvy thirteen-year-old, I am now a college student, prospective English major, and yes, still bookish, just admittedly less technologically savvy and less lonely (who would've thought that eliminating my presence from the blogosphere would lead to friends?!). My thirteen-year-old self was fluent in HTML, had a legit following, and made all sorts of online friends to replace the friends that middle school sadly did not give her (probably because she was doing things like blogging about books all the time, what a freaking NERD).
As someone who lost her love of blogging somewhere along the way to a love of, say, Instagram, or lacrosse-playing fourteen-year-old fuckboys, I am determined to get it back because I have realized that life is hard and that I don't have many talents. Specifically, I don't have many intellectual talents besides writing. This was heartbreakingly revealed to me sometime in my freshman year of high school, when I simply could not understand photosynthesis to save my life and wait a second, ALGEBRA is stealing my beloved letters, x, y, and z? I couldn't stand it. Those letters belonged to me, as an English student. Math didn't get to have both numbers and letters. Basically, math ruins anything. That (important) point aside, I might as well capitalize on my (supposed) strengths and return to something that once gave me joy at a time when few things did. (That got dark really quickly, and I would just like to say, seventh grade was a tough time, but for very silly reasons such as the fact that my mouth was full of metal and some four-foot-nine jackass didn't Kik message me back, not for more sinister, actually sad ones.) This may turn out to be an epically failed experiment, and it's likely that the only readers I get will be ones that I know in real life and will gently force to follow me and read me, but I can't call myself an aspiring writer if I never actually, you know, write stuff that other people read.
Anyway, I understand that my academic obligations these days are, um, a bit more rigorous than my seventh-grade ones were, so alas, I will not have the time to post as frequently and as enthusiastically as I once did. My goal here is to not only talk about books and that stuff, but to also talk about some real-life shit. I want to write for women, about women, to women, specifically college-aged women like me. There are so many awesome feminist writers out there today, and partly I was inspired to relaunch my blogging career (lol, career) because of them. Because their voices matter and make differences. My voice may not be unique, but how many un-unique old white boring men's voices have we heard over the centuries? The answer is TOO MANY, but they keep on putting their stuff out there, so we women might as well add our voices to the mix in as equally a persuasive, loud, and unflinching manner.
I don't really have a plan as to what this whole thing will entail, and posts will probably be erratic (if they even happen at all!), which makes sense, because my life is somewhat erratic and unpredictable and different things pique my interest at different times and sometimes I'm really into books but sometimes I'm really just into Chewy Chips Ahoy and nothing else so I can't promise you consistency here. It is also worth noting that I am in the midst of a two-week spring break where there is positively nothing to do besides read feminist rants online and watch Netflix and eat lots of M&Ms and think about the abysmal future, so the creation of this blog might be something I sincerely regret in two weeks when I am back in the real world being absolutely obliterated by my Astronomy 105 class as well as the crushing fact of my existence, so proceed with caution!
Ciao per il momento!
(Oh, that's the other thing. I'm learning Italian and I'm kind of obsessed but I'm also kind of really not good at all (yet!) so the combination of those two facts will lead me to 1) occasionally writing in Italian and 2) occasionally making dire errors while attempting to write in Italian, so for any of you Italian readers, bear with me! Arrivederci!)
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