Okay, so writing. Everyone who has read this knows by now that I have a really weird writing style. I basically write as I talk. There’s a little nagging voice in my head that’s like “Yo, what the hell you think you doin, goin ahead and typing like you some fanciful artist or somesuch? That ain’t you, now get your ass to writing like you should or else I’ll have to tell the Mrs. , and you know how she is when she’s angry!”
Okay I lied, it’s not so much that. But regardless, I can try and type all fanciful, but that’s not me. I had a hell of a time typing in my resume without using the general terminology that everyone knows and loves me for. Though I don’t think my employers would find “Shiny” and appropriate term for how much I liked my semester abroad.
I try to keep things short and sweet, at least when I’m talking about myself. I don’t enjoy going into long winded conversations about my life story and how my friend Joel and I ran into a “madam” that tried to sell us “Very pretty girls, only 20 American dollars” in Qing Dao. Holy hell that was creepy.
Regardless, once the semester is over I get to sit my butt down and write cover letters. That’s gonna be one hell of a hurdle for me to overcome. My grammar is far from perfect, and I continue to feel this urging need to type the way I talk, which is what I’m doing now. I’ve also been told that I’m way too shy when presenting my work, and that I’ve got too much of a nonchalant attitude. It’s how I am though, and in that department I can’t win, bottom line.
In other news, my brain is slowly imploding while trying to figure out “Rawr, this is the end of college”.
If I’m going down, I’m taking you all with me, here’s TF2’s latest video
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