I must say, I'm very sorry to have neglected this blog for such an extended period of time. It's always lingered in the back of my mind:
"Hey, I have a minuscule, insignificant part of the internet where I can post things that cross my mind... Hm. Hubbout that?"
It's not like I didn't think about coming back and throwing up a post every now and again, it's just that I never felt like I had anything to blog about. Then, minutes ago, I had an epiphany. I'm a writer! Plenty of interesting things happen to me on a daily basis, I just don't really pay them much notice; and as a writer, I know that I can twist even the most mundane, boring, pointless story and create a staggering metaphor for some aspect of our existence.
So first, I introduce you to the Blue Room.
Named for the musical genre.
Named for the musical genre.It's currently in the midst of being moved into -- or it would be if I made any further forays into that half of the room for anything other than the clothes that have managed to advance to the dresser drawers.
That Dell box formerly contained what remained after I threw the past eleven years of my life into a strainer for the move out. Strangely enough, after moving the multiple trash bags of "non-essentials" from my room, there remained so few things that I didn't even need to utilize my considerable Tetris skills to fit them all into the box.
The whole moving ordeal lasted for about two days, after which I settled pretty easily into my new life in the Blue Room. It's a peaceful existence, really. My roommate is a teacher, so he is gone when I wake up in the "morning" (or around 1:00pm). At night, if I'm not doing a whole lot, I'll sit down and write. He and I are both aspiring authors, so we act as editors and critics to each other's work. He recently tore my current story to shreds, giving me a lot to think about and to go back and edit, but it will definitely make my story that much more amazing.
It's good to be back in the blag. I know I'll be back more frequently from here on out, I promise.
See ya!
G
That Dell box formerly contained what remained after I threw the past eleven years of my life into a strainer for the move out. Strangely enough, after moving the multiple trash bags of "non-essentials" from my room, there remained so few things that I didn't even need to utilize my considerable Tetris skills to fit them all into the box.
The whole moving ordeal lasted for about two days, after which I settled pretty easily into my new life in the Blue Room. It's a peaceful existence, really. My roommate is a teacher, so he is gone when I wake up in the "morning" (or around 1:00pm). At night, if I'm not doing a whole lot, I'll sit down and write. He and I are both aspiring authors, so we act as editors and critics to each other's work. He recently tore my current story to shreds, giving me a lot to think about and to go back and edit, but it will definitely make my story that much more amazing.
It's good to be back in the blag. I know I'll be back more frequently from here on out, I promise.
See ya!
G
