Log #6

                                                                  Imagination

    In order to do the paper of the final project, I thought (mostly in the shower) about how I write. Do I have a style? If so, what's my style? Why is that my style? All those questions popped into my head. Well, I like to be casual, creative and sarcastic when I write. I guess that's my style! Then, it occurred to me that I've never once wrote anything that I considered is my "style" since I got into college. Instead, I wrote what I found appropriate for the teachers to read. Since this final project is about me, I'm going to *drum roll please* write like ME.

    My brain is born a bit wacky. I once believe it is because I was a premature baby, but it wan't. There are plenty of normal premature babies, and I was just not one of them. My imagination was so big that I thought I was apart of my own imagination and nothing in this world is true. I even imagined about imaging about imaging imaging imaginations. I didn't behave well when I was little because of my great imagination. I believe that all teachers are evil. They were sent from space and their mission was to tame us, taking us back to space prison. See? EVIL. I didn't want to eat veggies because they were grown by the aliens to choke people on purpose. (It happened to me once and I almost died.) My parents were sometimes possessed by aliens, too. That was why I ran away from the house several times. So, I was bad as a kid because I have impressive imagination, not because I was a bad person. Totally not because of that. Totally.

    After growing up, I put my imagination into a greater use. For example, writing dirty fan fictions. *Gasp* No, I'm only kidding. I wrote...PG-13 fan fictions. Imagination was a big part of me. Actually, it is all of me. I imagined studying English at NTUST and it got me there. I imagined standing on stage singing and acting, and they happened multiple times. I imagined receiving an apologize letter from those aliens who once possessed my parents and I...am still waiting for it. I check my mail box every day. Anyway, my point is, imagination is really important. It takes you places. Having too much of that makes you a bit wacky, but still, it's important.