So…
26 Nov 2009 Leave a Comment
by katiasokol in general Tags: about, author, beginning, explanation, reason
this is not my name because I wanted a place where I could say whatever I want without having to double-check everything. I have had other blogs before and I have had to explain or just to talk about what I have written there and the idea of having an outlet went out on the window. I don’t want to explain what I have written to explain myself. If people can’t get it from the first time, than I figured I better do it without telling them.
The blog is about everything and nothing. I have no agenda, no plans and no desire than the one to – as fore-mentioned – have an outlet where I can say whatever I want without being questioned about it. Don’t worry, I have absolutely nothing new to add to what has been said before by others. I’m not revolutionary.
Other purposes for this blog are improving my written English and to begin writing small stories. Obviously I’m not an English-speaking native, but I think I’m pretty good when it comes to the English language. Nonetheless, I want to improve, so if any of those who stumble upon my doodles see something off, please leave it in a comment, so I can learn from it.
About the stories, all I can say I have always wanted to write, but I have been too busy or to lazy to do it. I’m trying to force myself to write on a blog, so I can keep doing it regularly. No worries here either, I don’t have the audacity to think that I’m talented at this. Sure as hell I’m not talented, but this my new game and I want to start and keep playing it.
About me… I like morbid things, law and international relations, economics, history and feminism, movies and books, Russian and Romanian music, hard rock, doing nothing and moving a lot. I know a little bit about a lot, I worked in different places and now I’m finishing my Bachelors degree and looking for a LLM.
I have no particular talent, beside being incredibly paranoid and suspicious. Oh, yeah..and I’m a human recorder. Maybe that’s why I’m paranoid, because I remember everything, I remember stuff that people who went through or said don’t remember.
