Who Am I Writing For?

Throughout this past month, I’ve been thinking of reasons as to why I write. Not just this blog, but in general. In my writing class, who do I write my papers for? Do I do it for myself? Or maybe I do it to impress people–my teacher and peers specifically. I guess I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want to impress people with my writing abilities (or general lack of), but nonetheless, I was stuck asking myself these questions.

If I pick a topic that my teacher isn’t fond of, do I change it? I want a good grade because, well, that’s kind of the point of school. But then I wouldn’t be writing what I wanted, thus taking away my interest in the subject. And everybody knows that if you’re invested into the paper it’ll turn out better. This was evident in the last paper I turned it. My teacher persuaded me into taking my paper a certain route; it was a route that I had no intention of taking initially. It wasn’t a bad idea, but I had no interest in it. Still, I discussed it. I wasn’t willing to disobey my teacher in a sense.

But I should’ve.

I got an 89 on the paper, which I know isn’t bad, but I expected higher. It made me realize that I need to stop writing for other people and instead, write for myself. Express my own feelings and opinions–nobody else’s. But here’s the thing; I wasn’t even going to write this blog entry if it wasn’t for my friend Casey reminding me. She said she was disappointed that I haven’t posted something in a while, so that leads me to another point.

Am I still writing for other people? I believe so. I think anybody writing is doing it to please other people. Maybe pleasing other people is a rewarding yourself for the hard work you’ve put into the writing, but at the core, you’re still doing it to satisfy other people. It’s a circle that you go in, but it always starts with who’s reading it. I guess you’d only truly be writing for yourself if you have nobody reading what you write. My intentions for this blog were to act as a journal, where it would be for me, myself, and I. I didn’t expect anybody to read it, and that would just satisfy me. But now, I feel the need to please my followers and anybody else that might read this. So yes, I am still writing for other people. And as I go further into my writing career if you will, I’ll write for more and more people, not just myself.

So I guess this post is for you, Casey. You’re the person that I hoped would enjoy this extremely cheesy and pretty pointless post the most out of anybody.

Danger! – Looking Down

Waves crash up against the sharp, jagged rocks below. The blue ocean stretches for thousands of miles, but the fall to it below is far less. The ledge which George is standing on, similar to a wooden plank on a pirate ship, sticks out of the viewpoint that overlooks a pit that would swallow anybody up without hesitation. Danger lurked over George’s shoulder; one slip of the foot would lead from danger to death.DSC_0153

Danger!

 

Travis Scott Live

A few weeks ago–April 19th to be specific–I went to Travis Scott’s Bird’s Eye View Tour with three friends. I’ve been a huge Travis Scott fan since he released Owl Pharaoh and I was aware of the energy he brings to concert. In the days leading up to the concert, I was online constantly watching videos of him performing live. Afterwards, I knew what to expect: mosh pits, bright lights, and overall, an ongoing party.

I got just that and then some.

Honestly, this was one of the craziest and most exciting nights of my life. I knew it’d be good, but I didn’t know it’d be that good. I’ll summarize the night as it went for me.

We wait in line. That’s nothing new if you’ve ever been to a concert; it’s standard procedure.

Next, we go inside and buy merchandise. I just bought one shirt because I wasn’t looking to spend a whole lot, but that being said, the tour shirts were nice.

Once we’re inside, I’d say we waited for about 45 minutes to an hour. After that, Travis’s DJ came on to open and just play some songs. It was hype for maybe 20 minutes, but he stayed on for an hour. Definitely overstayed his welcome.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Travis came on. It was electrifying. Once he stepped on stage, the mood shifted in a matter of seconds. Mosh pits formed within minutes. People were bouncing everywhere. Utter insanity.

He went through a great setlist which included the likes of Uber Everywhere, Antidote, 3500, goosebumps, pick up the phone, and there was even an unexpected guest.

Drake. Yes. I said Drake.

Overall, the concert was great. I’d highly recommend that you snag a ticket if he hasn’t came to your city yet. IMG_9431IMG_9387

Am I Addicted to Writing?

It’s 12:27 on a Sunday Night. I should be asleep, not writing on a blog. I’ll be up in five and half hours. Why am I on this? To be honest, I don’t know. I think I’m kind of addicted to writing. That could be credited to my Writing 121 teacher who sparked a newfound appreciation for the art, or it could just be me. Maybe I’ve always been interested in writing and now is the first time I’ve demonstrated it in a public manner. Except I’ve never had a journal, so it hasn’t presented itself in a private manner, either.

Nonetheless, I’m addicted. The feeling of taking an amazing picture is something I cherish; the feeling after you snap a breathtaking photo I would want to relive for the rest of my life. The same goes for when you finish a piece of writing. Just last Friday, I turned in a 3,850 word essay in. And just last night (three hours ago), I turned in a 1,000 word reflection for it. One would think that I’m tired of writing, yet here I am. I keep coming back. I’d hesitate to say writing and photography is my drug because I’ve never experienced the effects, but I’d say it’s close. When I finished my essay, I was relieved. I was happy. I was eager–eager to write more.

Not write more essays. Don’t get it twisted.

Write more. Write more on this. Write more in a journal. Write more in a place where I could write anything I wanted and not have to fit into guidelines.

I think I’m becoming addicted to writing.

My Second Home

I feel like everybody has a second home–another place besides your house that you go often. A place you feel comfortable, and a place that brings back memories. Good or bad. That place for me is the beach. In reality, I’d say that I spend more time at school than at the beach, but that wouldn’t make for a good post, would it?

The last time I visited the beach was with my friends Jacob and George. We originally planned on making it five or six people, but unfortunately, they were unable to make it. Leaving half of the group behind wouldn’t stop us, though.

Throughout the day, we went to some spots to take pictures. Even stopping at my favorite Mexican restaurant for a bite. We went up to Ecola State Park to watch the sunset, where I was the only one to think it’d actually happen. Per usual, we brought our cameras. Below are some of my favorite portraits that I took surrounding what I believe to be my second home: Cannon Beach, Oregon. DSC_0188DSC_0281DSC_0339DSC_0354DSC_0218

A Morning at the Tulip Farm

It’s a Wednesday morning, but it’s not just a normal Wednesday morning–there was no school. When a high schooler has a day off, it’s almost an unwritten rule to make plans to go do something. Some think that we could use that time to get work done, but that seems pretty weird to me. So as for a plan, my friends Mike and Jacob (pictured) and I went to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival which is located about 45 minutes away from our house. It ended up taking a little less time since my friend Mike likes to go fast. That’s evident from his speeding ticket last summer. That’s way beside the point, though.

We left at 5:30 AM in hopes of making the 6:17 AM sunrise. We made it in time, but as time went on, we were left wondering where the sun was.

“Why the hell did we get up so early?” Jacob asked.

I was thinking the same thing since I was hoping to get an ever so popular sunrise picture with tulips in the foreground, but I decided to make more with less.

Turns out, the clouds were covering the sun and we missed out on a great sunrise. Because of this, I definitely plan on going again. It was a fun experience because really, how often do you go to a tulip farm?

Music Monday

I felt the need to write something today, but I wasn’t sure what to talk about. I forgot that Music Monday was a thing, though. So by default, this is what I’m writing about. I’m just going to jump into the three albums I’ve been listening to a lot this past week.

Travis Scott – Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight

This has been on repeat a lot this past week because I went to Travis Scott’s concert in Portland, Oregon on April 19th (which I might give my opinion on later). I’ve faded away from this album as it grows older, but as I revisited it in preparation for the concert, I remembered how great it was. Nearly every track is a high point for me. I’ll put the album on shuffle and just enjoy listening to it. Except for beibs in the trap, which is an awful song. I’m glad I revisited this album, nonetheless. There is a great variety of kinds of songs, and I think Travis did all of them exceptionally well.

Grateful Dead – Shakedown Street

I’ve been on this trek to find albums that my dad played in the car when I was a young child, and I finally stumbled onto this Grateful Dead album. Fire on the Mountain and I Need A Miracle brought back so many memories of myself in the backseat of my dad’s Ford Expedition, that it was impossible for me to dislike this album. Is this the best album ever made? Not even a debate that the answer is no, but that being said, I’m emotionally connected to this album. So this being on repeat somewhat brought me back to my early childhood, and I appreciate the fact that music can do that.

Tyler, The Creator – Goblin

Tyler’s feature on Frank Ocean’s single Biking made me want to go back and listen to Tyler, The Creator, so that’s what I did. I traveled into the past and listened to the first album I ever heard from Tyler: Goblin. I guess this fits into the same category as Shakedown Street because I’m somewhat emotionally connected to it. This isn’t a fantastic album; it’s probably not even the best album Tyler has ever made. Even still, I love Goblin.