Thirteen

I look through my blog and I think, I'm a better writer than this. But what if i'm not? I think I was at some point or another? I read my book and if i'm still entertained by it after what could be the hundredth time of reading it, then it must be good. Where is that skill now? Why is it so different to sit down and write a whole novel than it is to write a short segment about whatever I feel like? I think I'm feeling too many things right now, none of which could interest someone reading this blog. The reader would be left confused. I'm not even sure I can wrap my head around all the things going on anyway. I used to have a lot more time to sit back and think about concepts, metaphors, and ideas. Now everything seems so generic. I feel like I'm thirteen again, talking to my best friend on the phone because that's what girls did back then before the age of texting. The conversation would get slow and we'd end up narrating everything we're doing. "I'm writing my blog right now. There is a picture of the Jonas Brothers in the hallway. They are staring at me." Then she would say something like, "I don't have a blog. The Jonas Brothers are not staring at me. I'm watching TV." Then I would say, "What are you watching?", and she wouldn't reply because she would've fallen asleep by that point. That's about the excitement level of this blog. I used to be able to pull anything out for english assignments. Maybe I need a structure. If any of you actually read this thing and want me to write on a topic. Name it and I'll write about it. Just comment on this post and I'll write on that topic. Then maybe no one will die of boredom.