Well, this is... interesting. This whole "blog" thing and the greater "putting the creative expressions of your inner being out into the world" concept isn't necessarily my cup of tea - and I really freaking enjoy tea. You see, I feel awkward, like someone who just farted in a room full of people and is looking around to see if anyone noticed. Not even, because I doubt anyone will ever even read this crazy stuff (I'm also very uncertain about my ability to maintain it.) So now I'm the kid who just farted in an empty lecture hall - where people are supposed to be, but aren't - and am still looking around anyway to make sure none of these non-existent classmates (or friends, if you will) noticed. I end up not only looking lame, but down-right insane.
This whole mess even started because I signed up to take a creative writing class (that I ultimately ended up not taking) and I was supposed to join this little blog site thing. Seeing as I actually did what I was supposed to for once in my life, I made this page, and, seeing as I went through the effort of setting it up, figured I should use it. I'm really raking in the mistakes here. So, I'm taking a stab at this and will probably read it tomorrow and hate myself just that much more. Much like when I read old journal entries that consist of nothing greater in depth and quality than, "his hair is so perfect and he bumped into me today... it totally must have been on purpose!" I reread these things years later and have to go back and write side-notes criticizing my 14 year-old self for being a silly little twat. Well, now that I've thrown "twat" into this whole ordeal, I might as well just call this good. I've farted in the empty room and am just going to get up and walk away before I can look around to see if anyone smelled it.
