Well, I made a blog tonight; May 11th my Blogspot is born with no ideas in it like a baby on its first days in the world.
Because of the weird fact that I usually get the writer's block as I attempt to write on paper, I want to see if I can do it online where I can use a computer; I like the quiet, subtle sound of my hp laptop running. and I also like looking at fonts, instead of the handwriting I see everyday. I'm usually like that: enjoying some rather picky things as they help me think.
Don't take me as some kid with my childish nick. No no no. Yes, I do think a lot. Not about how awesome it would be to be an astraunaut (did I spell that right? I can never...) or the president. I think about life and all this around us. And I'm way too all over the place; it's a huge topic. But just because I can probably tell you what the meaning of life is (Try to figure that one out. And really think about it. Don't just say to see happiness. I see somma that everyday. Life isn't great if there isn't new in it) that doesn't mean I'm very school smart. I suck at school. And I plan to improve that. Other than that, I don't think I should really change myself.
So yes, I figure that in a way, this will be considered be my journal. I want another alternative to turn to when I feel like I need one. And sometimes, I guess it could be called a diary. But not those kinds in which I go on about my day and how "ugh... so crappy". Okay maybe.
Maybe...
A few times...
It depends...
Lots of sh*t depends. In fact, almost everything in the fricking world... depends. On this and that.
I won't be elaborating on that right now.
Here is where I...
think
type
think and type
about life
maybe even rant abuot things sometimes?
I'd like to give a message around here... lots. And I don't know where to begin. Just so somebody's actually here to read. Hm.
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I hate this. I was sitting on my bed, nice and comfy, writing all that up there. Well she just barges into my room and tells me to go work on my Word Paper. Well now she's making me work at my desk. That means me sitting in this chair I haven't sat in all day, so it's freezing my butt. But meh, I like the cold. I would rant about that right now. But nah. I would, but I don't feel like it.
It depends.
Hm. My entry would probably have been over some six lines ago. Well that doesn't matter. I usually go on and on, so other blog entries wouldn't be much different- most likely longer.
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I'm a guy who sits and thinks. And sometimes I talk about it. That's me.
WELCOME: 9:07
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p.s- This totally sucks 'cuz Blogspot just gets rid of some spacing I used. It looked really nice... psh. this sucks.
p.p.s- What makes things suck more is that my butt is still a bit cold.
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