I write this now despite my best intentions to somehow document my life in a way that I feel appropriate. Not to sound stern, I just mean I feel I have outgrown writing obscure Facebook notes concerning some lost love I found tragic in my high-school years. And another thing, Twitter (I write in italics because it seems to come off more stern), one-hundred-and-forty is not enough characters to express my life story. So here we are. Though I feel like, 1) I need to stop typing this like its for a grade and relax, 2) its relevant to describe the exact nature by which I came across the brilliant decision to lead you into my brain.
It was all a dream, I used WordUp Magazine…
If you can’t finish that lyric, back out right now. Escape.
Also, if you didn’t pull it up in your YouTube, then you should also turn around.
Anyways, I have no idea what truly made me get into this blogging whatever. I wanna say it really was a dream. Someone somewhere told me somethin’ like “You should try blogging.” I rarely ever have good ideas so I know this wasn’t my doing, that’s all I know. Now that I got this far, I forget all the really cool ideas I was going to share with whoever had the misfortune of looking me up.
No, really. That’s all I got.
For now,