A second blog

I had been racking my brain trying to remember good examples for the questions asked for this blog, but not many were coming to me. But when I finally started to write, not knowing what I should say, everything flooded back to me when I got to it. As far as important incidents go, I can't think of anything recent, minus times where I've written papers that totally subconsciously disregarded the criteria I was supposed to fill. When I was in grade school my 6th grade class had to write short stories for Halloween, and I wrote mine with a twist ending that I remember getting me into trouble. Not a lot of trouble, but the illustrations I made for it really exposed the fact that I had been watching episodes of South Park and had seen too many slasher flicks for my age. In my defense, it was always my mother’s idea to watch scary movies, or force me and my friends to. I have never really thought about categorizing the stages of my writing history, but I would say that creative writing defined my pre-high school writing experiences, and slave driven papers on topics no one has heard of, or never want to hear of again, would be me since the beginning of high school.
I am constantly making lists, whether it’s of places I want to go, things I want to do, or my favorite songs for a Facebook survey. I would have to say that texting and Facebook are where most of my keystrokes go to outside of English classes. I really enjoy arguing, but not fiercely. I’m usually too nice to shut somebody out of an argument, but often sarcastically, although you can’t tell in text, argue against my own point and let others tear my argument apart. I don’t dislike writing, but when there are restrictions to what I should be doing, any restrictions at all, it feels like I’ve been tied to the floor. I usually use proper grammar even when I’m just typing in a Facebook status or texting someone that usually can reveal when someone has gotten on my Facebook and changed things without my permission.
I’m not a writer, I have never written to anyone of importance, except a letter to George Bush in the 4th grade when he was elected president in 2000, though I severely doubt that he personally read it. I am a musician, and as such I have performed in front of many audiences, but none of them with a pen.
I always write on my desktop in my basement, with music playing, and my little brother distracting me with his constant World or Warcraft playing. I write all the time in the sense of Facebook and emailing and texting, but not much as far as writing papers for fun. Last semester for my English class I usually had Eric proofread my rough drafts for me, because he is smart. My last English professor showed me some flaws I had in my organization of writing a paper. I had a simple issue with spreading my topics across into each other’s paragraphs, but no longer.