Vlogging II

I think I've been inspired by the wrong people.

And even though there are many connotations to that phrase, I’m going to leave it like that for now.

I’ve been inspired by people that I can’t emulate. I can’t be those people, but I enjoy their content greatly. Too much, in fact.

That’s what inspired me in the first place, but when I set out to create, I realized I didn’t have the stuff.

How does one even begin anyway? Do I just act like I’ve been doing this all my life? It seems like that would be best to set a tone for the future, but it feels odd.

Someone could interpret something incorrectly and take a bad message out of it. That could be another way to be inspired by the wrong people. When you don’t understand them. It’s hard to completely understand someone, and therefore impossible to emulate them. It’s best to take your own approach.

Practice establishes a style and a method. It keeps an audience. The successful ones have been around since the genesis of the medium and have evolved over time. It’s futile to try and join the great ones. It’s now time to create new fellowships that will hold power in coming years.

I’ve reached the age where a lot of success stories started.

When it all began, I hated YouTube because I thought it was worthless.

I started making YouTube videos for the lulz in middle school, because I thought my ideas were worth something.

I’m going to return to creating on YouTube again because I think the community is worth something.

What should I talk about?

Ode To A Blank Page

I woke up one morning.

This morning was probably like many others.

I probably stayed up too late the night before.

I probably hit the snooze button a couple times.

I probably took an abridged shower because

I probably hit the button too many times.

I probably crawled back into the bed and took a twenty minute nap.

I probably got to the bus stop with ten seconds to spare.

Sometimes I get to sit with a friend.

Sometimes I sat in an empty seat.

Sometimes I sat on the floor because

Sometimes the bus is so crowded there are already four seats with three kids in them.

Sometimes the bus is quiet.

Sometimes the bus is full of loud freshman shouts.

Eventually I get to school.

Eventually I put my stuff in my band locker.

Eventually I wander down to the first floor because

Eventually the bell will ring to go to class.

Eventually the bell will ring—

Thirteen times a day.

The Swing of Things

I wrote an AP Lit journal yesterday and I was able to keep my momentum up. I was actually excited about it. I was thinking to myself, “Wow, I bet I could do another one of these tomorrow, but for real!” But it’s not working that well. I have a huge backlog of ideas, and I can’t decide what to write about.

There’s also the temptation of starting a vlog. Then I wouldn’t have much purpose to do these blogs, since I should be concentrating my efforts. I just noticed I have another document in my blogs folder entitled “Vlogs.”

Be right back.

I never posted that one, and now I’m interested in what I had to say there.

I wrote it back in May last year, when I started this blog. It’s over one thousand words long.

In reading it I learned I still have many of the same things to say, and I’m wondering why I didn’t publish that post.

It was even a happy post, in comparison to my other earlier works— in comparison to almost all my works.

I keep thinking I have more here than I actually do.
I will remedy this, one way or the other.

Oh, and SuperCowCow will make a return in some form or another.