What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Entry Fourty-Four

Who else is excited that there is a new Hre-mail this week? 'Cause I am.

I bought new books. Not all of them and thats what makes me sad. I paid $116. I still have two expensive books to buy.

I love The Office.

I am also excited not to work tonight. Even though it means that I will not make the money that is very important.

I like going to FHE. I also like not working. I also like working. I also like sleeping. I like people. I like life.

Where was I going with that?

Free is better. Turbo tax.

I do not like taxes. I cannot imagine a single person who does. If they exist I'm pretty sure that they need to be found and put out of their misery because they must have a hammer sticking out of their head screwing up their neural functions.

I was just bored. That's all this post is about. I am ready to go back to class now and be bored.

Oh joy.

I might catch you later.
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