Why Am I Here? (Formerly from Blog.com, 12.03.2007)

A two-faced question to be sure. Perhaps, more than two. Regardless, it's one i've dwelled on recently, and since recently does apply to two minutes ago, i'm not lying. The first general thing this is applicable to is why exactly am I on this blog space, typing out whatever muddled jargin pops into my head milliseconds before I type it? I have several answers, or responses to myself that could be possible solutions.

The first thing that actually crossed my mind as I typed in the dumb code to prove you're not a spammer was that I was unjustly ripping off someone else's honest way of presenting their thoughts on paper, er...web page. If she even dares read this, which is yet so comical in its mere conception that I might fall out of my chair, she might think so. And if you are indeed that person, whose initials are T.W. and you share Algebra II/Trigonometry with me second period, then do accept my apology in accordance with what might actually be nothing more than a flagrant rip-off of real good writing. I don't apologize, however, if I sound like you. In that case it just might be so that we have more in common than you---even more so I---could have imagined. Other parts of me just say that, well, I just have a lot to say. And, given the nature of having a lot to say, one has got to do what one has got to do: say it!

I don't know, perhaps I shouldn't be so bottled up in public. Anyone reading who knows me might think I am joking by my "bottled up" statement, for they know me as a very loud person, but I must say, just because one is loud does not mean they don't hold back what they really want to say. And that applies to me, I think. It's probably a bad thing, for there are only about four or five people I really spill my mind to, and its never all five of them at once. I always unwind when around one (1) person I trust my life with, which ought to make you wonder why I am doing similar here. Well, I wondered, if it makes any difference to you, Senor Internet.

I really don't know, but until I either am in a state of unseparability with a trusted companion or I just resolve to be less likened to a clam, I will continue to gamble with the integrity of the world wide web. Which is a risky move, but one I am willing to take. Or rather, unwilling to not take. Or something.

Gosh I am exhausted. There's your introduction, have fun. I'll write whenever I have something to say, so keep your compy close.

Or mac.

Or whatever.



And that's if you even care.

Dasvedanya,

Landon



MUSICAL RECOMMENDATION:

"Prequel To The Sequel" by Between The Buried & Me