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Espen Vesta

I'm just your next door creepo and I run a blog.

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By the way, I have recently decided to start writing on my Tumblr. Why? You may wonder...or not. I would like to hone my writing fluidity and skills by writing often. There is no drive for me in writing in a journal or typing it up on a word document knowing that there is a one hundred percent chance that no one is going to read it. I can write a sloppily as I want if no one is ever going to see it. Therefore, no one is going to correct a grammatical or spelling error I make. No one is going to praise me if I write well. Where's the improvement or the drive? How will I ever know that I'm improving without the chance of feedback?

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Stuck in a Rut

The title does not even begin describe how screwed I am. Throughout my whole summer vacation, I have put off reading the summer assignment. I guess it was because was busy tracking down other reads, which didn’t work out so well since my library didn’t carry any of the books I wished to read.

My times at my local library sucked even though it’s the main one in the borough. (A borough is synonymous to a county for those of you that do not live in New York City.) The library didn’t have Paint it Black (Janet Fitch), My Lobotomy (Howard Dully), Loose Girl (Kerry Cohen), Golden Ass (Apuleius), nor did it have the movie, Perdita Durango, which is sometimes known as Dance with the Devil. However, I did happen to find The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. It was well written, as expected, but you obviously need a very poetic imagination to understand all of it. Anyway, I digress… A LOT.

The mandated read is Mountains Beyond Mountains. Up until three or two days ago, I finally gave in and ordered a number of books on my wishlist on Barnes and Noble and Mountains Beyond Mountains of course. The issue at large right now is that I start school in seven hours and it does not ship until the ninth, which means I probably won’t receive it in the mail until next week… most probably Tuesday or Wednesday. 

Anywho, I take full responsibility for this avoidable screw up. Plus, it’s impossible to blame it on something else. Right now, I can only hope that someone who has already finished the book, lend it to me for the long weekend and wait for Mountains Beyond Mountains to arrive in the mail. That is all. *sigh*

writing to me

I do not get many letters, e-mails, tweets, cards, comments, etc. Actually, I get next to nothing. Scratch that, I get nothing. I love getting receiving letters and cards. Honestly, it’s the only reason I love the holiday season. I love getting something written sincerely, whether it be good or bad. The fact that I do not get anything of this sort is probably why I am so terrible at writing essays and letters that need personal touches. 

I don’t even know if what I’m writing right now makes any sense. Feeling an urge to just spill a little guts, I wrote this. It is 2:24 AM and my head feels heavy. I’ll probably read this tomorrow morning and laugh at how senseless this entry was and how low functioning my brain was. Good night everyone. It is time for a very tired person to somehow push my eighty pound dog, the sleeping giant, off my twin-sized bed, so I can hit the hay and probably sleep until noon. Tsk tsk.

P.S. If any of you poor souls reading this actually pity me, drop an e-mail. I would love to hear what you think of my drunk ranting. (I’m not drunk, but I may as well be.) adnilul@gmail.com

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Sometimes I wish for time to stop. 

If time did stop for me I would be able to: sleep a little longer, not worry about deadlines, not worry about getting to class or school on time, have more time to have my head in the clouds, stop and enjoy nature, soak up my surroundings, think a little more, read a little more, draw and paint a little more, make a life plan or not, get some rest, sort out what is currently going on… or just stop