Diana.nu

I was putting away some lentils I cooked today when I started craving some lentils. Convenient, huh?

I decided to eat the lentils with a tortilla. After I gobbled that up, I sat down, opened my Twitter client, and began a maybe… three-part, let’s say, tweet about how much I love buying name brand tortillas. My reasons being that 1.) They don’t stick to each other. 2.) They’re soft. 3.) They don’t rip when you fold them.

There I was, typing away about what I consider tortillas of quality when it occurred to me that yeah, 98% of your followers will not relate to this.

I never sent the tweet(s). It got me thinking. How often do I not send a tweet because I think no one will care? What does that make me? Some kind of personality instead of a person?

Usually, I try to change something that bothers me, but this curiously does not bother me. See, right now, I feel like I should apologize for blogging about something so ambivalent. As if I owe anyone an apology!

I normally use my blog for talking about me, and I visit other blogs for reading about others, but I am wondering something I should directly ask. Are there any things you tweet/blog (or don’t tweet/blog) because you feel it’s what people expect (or don’t expect) of you?

“Every atom of you was once part of a star and we are constantly growing/changing” or “God created you out of dirt and you’re staying that way”?

Bonus: Girls were created, as an “I guess” thought, out a part of the one who was created out of dirt.

Hi! I swear I won’t move blogs again (for a while) because, look, I made it pretty!

So, I messed up when it came to art class. I was very bitter during the first project (I hate art, it turns out), and didn’t complete it, and the projects are cumulative, so…

I stopped going to art class. The reason I didn’t drop it in the first place was that I spent $100 on art supplies and I thought I could get my ducks in a row. But, I didn’t.

So, I stopped going to art class, because…I don’t know why, but I did. The problem is I have to feign to my family that I am still going. It’s hard waking up at 5 AM to go to school when the class you have to attend is no longer in your schedule. Would have been easier to just have done the first project, huh?

I haven’t been waking up at 5 AM. I am sleepy, and I have no class in that slot. Oh well.

IN ENGLISH CLASS, HOWEVER: I earned an A on the midterm. A solid A. Today, we watched an episode of a series called “Ethics in America.” Ethics in America are poor, apparently.

They gave some scholars a hypothetical–”your buddy is cheating on his wife. Do you tell the wife?” All the scholars would not tell the wife.

I would tell the wife, for the first reason that came to my mind. I don’t care if she hates me for being the bearer of bad news. The reason is that when men cheat on their wives, it doesn’t tend to be a “passing phase,” as some of the scholars put it.

I’ve known women and daughters/sisters of women that have contracted STDs because their husbands had cheated on them. (That was a badly-formed sentence, but you know what I mean.) And that’s why I would tell the wife, whether she wanted to hear it or not.

Anyway, it is now the end of the day. I am going to make my wish at 11:11 (it’s 10:53) and go to sleep. We’re probably gonna do some discussing of nothing that has to do with English class in English class tomorrow and I want to be nice and awake.

P.S. !