Decisions/Giving it a Try

Sitting with Blueberry

Blueberry

at breakfast today in Armstrong's Cafe- a first btw- I started ranting on about how frustrating work is and my future and blah blah blahh...  When I rant (or when I'm tipsy: and sometimes both) I can talk on for hours.  Sometimes about one topic in particular.  And sometimes many different things that are somehow related in a weird way.  And he- being the smart and knowing man he is- suggested that I should blog. 

So here I am.  I am blogging.  Kinda.

I never know where to start these things.  Just like when I have to write a paper.  I usually dive right into the middle of the paper- like how hospitality really screwed Odysseus in the Odyssey with that Cyclops.  Or like with PB&Js and pizza.  And then sometimes- I just don't even touch it.  Hey- it's only 20% of my grade.

And I was never the girl who kept diaries.  I mean I had some... but I'd write a page and forget about and come back a year later and find my weird love songs and thoughts on my confusing love emotions.
But the pressure is off with this-  as the chance of people caring and actually reading are close to nonexistant.  (I can be quiet the self-basher)

    I guess I can take this alone time to figure out how to actually get down with the blog.  Figure out some cutesie little icon or symbol.  Colors.  Font. 

And of course to brainstorm and draft-  because my blog deserves more then the effort I put into school. 

  But I'll at least leave a bit of entertainment-