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Friday, October 14, 2005

professionally trained

it's great seeing your friends become qualified. lets face it, i'm not a real writer. my writing is similar to giving a rambunctious little 7 year old one of those huge pencils and then letting him scribble something out that kind of looks like a man with a triangluar face and those feet that go out straight to the side. the other day i received an email from my friend ryan. he is a creative writing major and has indured 4 years of jokes from me due to it. the email was just a simple paragraph about an article that he found online. even in this short paragraph one could tell how amazing of a writer ryan is. something as simple, and unprofessional as a link email can make my writing beg for forgiveness. i realize there's a huge style difference and the writing i hope to do someday is quite different than what he will do soon. it's really cool to see how he's become professional in these 4 years.

if you're reading this ryan......go get em tiger

Comments:
Thanks, Pete. Can't wait to get out in the market economy, where I'll be a valuable obituist for one of those magazines you can pick up in the publix checkout line. By the way, I made up the word obituist. It means someone who writes obituaries. That's why the word 'creative' is in my degree. I can do that.
 
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