Things that I can and will do tomorrow:

• Finish my entry for girlvswhale’s Year of Weird writing contest
• Revise my essay for “Dämmrung senkte sich von oben”
• Call my Lola and not cry
• Make it through my first “Sasquatch-2013-made-me-poor-as-hell-so-now-I-need-to-make-up-for-it” shift at work
• Sleep at a reasonable hour

One of the best things about being a journalist is receiving (positive) feedback from those you have written about. 

For my story about a local roller derby league, which can be found here, the two women I wrote about were just so grateful and gracious (especially with the flood of e-mails I was sending them). Hearing that they liked my coverage of their sport, something that is a very key part of their lives, was just amazing.

On top of that, one of the editors I wrote for this past quarter offered to let me freelance for her paper. So that is pretty damn cool.

Things are going well.

So, I apparently have 100 followers now? Strange, but very cool!

I just wanted to say hello.

And because I had a fookery-filled ending to my day, I am going to create a fairly brief list of the good things in my life right now:

• I have two pans of enchilada casserole downstairs. Om nom nom.
• B. is coming over for dinner tomorrow.
• I am reading Momo by Michael Ende, my first non-academic book that is completely in German! I am liking it thus far.
• My heels should be coming in the mail by tomorrow.
• I might be writing about a Babeland event being hosted by the Sexual Literacy club at UW. That should be fun.

…That’s all I have got.

senior year completely killed it and i was a dumbass and deleted all of my posts.

seattle has a great music scene, so i’m figuring on doing more work up there, considering i will not have my asian mother around forbidding me from going to a show on a thursday night.

my blog needs a new name though. to all you creative minds out there: help?

I was talking to my mom yesterday about my English class and she brought up “the paper [I] practically slept at Borders for.” It was a dehumanization synthesis paper on 1984, W;t, and an article I chose called “The Invisible War” on war atrocities in the Democratic Republic of Congo. She said she wanted to read it, so I gave her a copy of it today. She took awhile to read, but after she did, she just looked up at me and said: “You know, you are very good.” I (for reasons unknown) do not take compliments very well and just shrugged awkwardly.

But I did read over my paper. There were some nice adjectives, good quote embedding, in-depth analysis, etc. My teacher wrote all over it. Good things though. I received a 146/150 (issues with transitions, wordiness, blah). I guess that’s pretty good. She wrote this note on the front page of my paper:

Well Miss Ana, I salute you. This essay is a triumph. Very clearly organized—with brilliant little subgroupings of ideas with each work. Moreover, you executed it stylishly and, most importantly, you unearth the very real tragedies of our crimes—on individual and global levels. You’re a star!

I do not see anything particularly amazing in my own writing. It is good, yes. But that is all that I see. I do not see the wow-factor that some people seem to get from it. It isn’t modesty, it is that I honestly do not see anything special in my papers.

I find this funny.

I want to be a writer—a journalist to be exact.

I did not choose to do this because I thought I was a great writer.

I chose to pursue writing simply because I enjoyed it.

I don’t know. Is it a bad thing that I do not see what other people see in my writing?