Easter!!!

Blogging has got me hooked.I just love writing and knowing that someone might read it, even if just a handful of close friends. I used to keep diaries and still do, but I always gave up on writing much in them. I just never had the patience and my own careless, inconsistent handwriting oddly enough was the thing that most got on my nerves. I seemed to be unable to keep the same handwriting for more than three lines, and that bugged me, only God knows why. Maybe it's the romantic, babyish, film-like notion of diaries with constant, flowing, slanting handwriting that I have. Could be. I can be rather superficial, as you might have noticed. (P.S.Feel free to butt in telling me how I astound you with my depth and that such superficial reasons only symbolize some deeper meaning ;p)Anyways, bottom line is I like to blog, and whether you like it or not, I'll be pouring my infinite wisdom on whichever poor soul bothers to have a look.

Today is Easter Sunday(!!!) and thankfully it was a rather idyllic day, the likes of which I hadn't had in quite a while. For the first time in ages, I did no academically related activity without feeling guilty. The weather was glorious and, in the absence of sufficient motivation to leave the house, I enjoyed it by drenching myself in the glorious (I love this word) sunshine in the balcony. Yesterday was also a great day- I almost finished my German presentation- progress didn't remain so snail-like after all- and had a wicked night out with claire. Yes, I must admit these are good days after all, and even though that feeling of emptiness still creeps up on me quite often and my irrepressible urge for dreaming of better times and better places is still, well, irrepressible, I'm slowly learning that life is not so bad after all. And that such feelings can actually be positive, in that one continuously strives for something better.

Lately I've also been thinking about going back to writing after a three year absence from the global literary stage hehehe. Jokes aside, a friend has been encouraging me to give writing a try again, after having written nothing (apart from literary criticism essays for school, of course, I'm an exemplary student ;))for three whole years. The thing is, when I was younger I had to write narratives and discursive essays for school. I enjoyed this and always put in that extra effort, something which was noticed by a few people who encouraged me to try to build on what they saw as my 'talent'. However, as I grew older, I realized that writing something remotely decent was much harder than I could've imagined and this dampened my enthusiasm and eventually destroyed it. Yet, lately I've noticed that writing is the only thing that seems to raise my morale and put me in a good mood (apart from listening to Keane, that is, haha). So maybe, just maybe, I should give it a try again. Don't get me wrong, I'm not aiming for worldwide critical acclaim (though it would be more than welcome) but maybe one day I'll get to write some articles and short stories etc etc... Blogging has been a step in that direction, and I blog everyday though I don't post everything (Some entries are just flat). But I'm a firm believer that the more you write, the better you'll do it in the end, so I'll keep bothering you poor things.

That was one long blog, and I honestly doubt anyone actually bothered to read it till the end. Yet I just had to explain the situation, since these thoughts are foremost in my head at the moment.

Hope you had a lovely Easter
Enjoy the figolli!!!!
Take care
xxxxxxx