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–October 31st, 2015–
You probably already knew that, because if you’re reading this you’re probably my grandma or a friend. But anyway.
At the time of writing I have dived into my fourth and final year of university in Vancouver, BC. I started this blog in the summer before second year as a way to force myself to do new things: after all, if I didn’t go out, I’d have little to write about. While Milk and Thought Bubbles is a journal of sorts, its purpose has really been about getting me out of my house, trying new restaurants, and exploring Vancouver.
I’m a more proactive person than I was two years ago, but I still like blogging. I plan to continue.
Life is good.
–Taken from my Tumblr, January 2013–
Figured my departure from high school meant I’d need a new “about me”, but first year of university is basically over and I still haven’t sat down to write this. Maybe I’ll do that now.
I live a nice quiet life in Vancouver, Canada. I don’t do much, except for read and tumbl. Sometimes I bake. But not much. I try to jog, but it’s tough because I’ve got the cardio of a mildly obese child. (Thankfully, I am not actually a mildly obese child).
I don’t really know what I want to do with my life. But I do like reading and writing. I mean, look: people find something in being human that makes them think, “Well, I can do this, so I might as well take advantage of it.” Like swimming because they have a functioning body, or astrophysics because they have a brain that’s curious about that sort of thing. And that’s pretty cool, that you can love something because there’s a part of being human that allows you to do it.
For me, it’s the fact that I’m literate. That’s pretty unimpressive, because literacy in Vancouver is close to 100%, but I enjoy it so I figure I might as well make the most of it. So I read and read and read and write.
I like history, too, because if fiction attempts to impress upon you different aspects of the human condition, then history does the very same but proves it, in a way. Like, it’s all well and good to say that the American Dream is an impossible reality for most, destructive at its worst, and misleading at its best, but where’s the concrete proof? The actual experiences and thoughts of people who’ve chased it, or fallen into it, or analyzed it can help us understand that better.