My life is dictated by c(h)ords

More life, no more reviews

I think I'm done with album reviews. I don't really care about them anymore. I never was very good at it anyway. I'm not a very creative and nuanced writer. If I were a journalist, I would write the straightforward front page story. I could possibly do op-eds, because there are times when I can express my opinion well, but never in a creative manner.

However, I will try to blog about my actual life a little more. I just turned 19 yesterday! I don't feel any different. 19 is an awkward age--18 is so important and 20 means...well, you're in your 20s, and 19 is right in between. You're kind of an adult, but not really. Once you hit 20, you are definitely an adult. And I'm only a year away from that point. That kind of scares me.

The one quality about myself that I hate at the moment is my uncanny ability to procrastinate. Obviously most college students deal with this problem, but I'm kind of extreme. I have an essay due in less than 2 hours and what am I doing right now? Blogging of course. I had 2 weeks to do it, but there's always some YouTube video to watch, some Wikipedia article to read, or some fire on Angel Island to look at.

Anyway, I really should get back to my essay. (Insert snappy, creative, one-line outro here that my straightforward front page stories will never have).