It's been a week since I started this blog. I initially said I'd try to write something every day, but to say that was an overstatement would be a huge understatement. I never really realize how busy I am until everything just falls on top of me and I'm left feeling like the cartoon character who all the bad guys jump on resulting in a cloud of dust and sound effects. Fortunately, I'm also like that cartoon character in that I manage to slip out while no one notices and continues to pummell nothing as I walk away unscathed.
Since I last published a post, Winter has turned into Spring, Bruce Pearl is no longer the coach of the Tennessee Volunteers basketball team, and Charlie Sheen is old news. Ch-ch-ch-changes! What a difference a week can make.
For now, most of my work is behind me and I'm hoping to be able to write more during the week I don't have class, which at this point, may very well be the best week of my life.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
In the Beginning..
They say if you don't learn from history, you're doomed to repeat the past. If this is true, then by my estimation, this blog will last all of 2 weeks, after which time, I will have either become distracted, bored, or lazy. I remember one time, probably when I was in 6th grade or so, when my family just got a new computer.
Up until that point, we had this old DOS machine, pre-windows, with word processing software that consisted of a blue background and white text. It was like, WordPerfect 1 or something. One time I tried to write a review of Mortal Kombat: Annihilation for the school paper, only to find out that 2 pages, single-spaced, was waaay too much text. But what did I know? My computer didn't even tell you how many pages your document was, let alone have a word counter. Looking back, I think I can edit that review down to two words: It sucked. But I digress.
We had just gotten this new computer, with windows and MS Office that I had been learning so much about in school. One of the first things I did was start a "virtual journal" ("journal" because diaries are for girls, and if I were going to have a diary, it wouldn't be virtual. It would be a real notebook with one of those locks on the front so that only I or anyone with a paperclip could open it).
From what I remember, my first and only entry started out something like this:
"Dear Journal, well, I don't really know about all this journal stuff, but I guess I'll give it a shot. Well, today was a pretty good day. School was good because we're playing this really cool song in Orchestra (Looking back, I think it was "What can you do with a drunken sailor," but I can't be sure). We had play practice after school and it was a lot of fun. I got to hang out with Mandy. She still says she doesn't want to be my girlfriend, but that's ok because it's cool just hanging out with her at play practice and stuff. I think if I just give it time (Read: The rest of my life, or so I thought at the time) she'll see that I'm really cool and will like me. I'll keep you posted on how it goes, but for now, I'm going to go play with my friend Jared outside. Talk to you later!"
And that was that. Sorry to leave you hanging for the past 13 years journal. In case you were wondering, it didn't work out because I moved to Tennessee three years later. The Mandy thing that is. Jared and I definitely went outside and played WCW wrestling. I was Sting, and I won.
But as it is, I have the internet at my apartment now, so hopefully I'll find the time and motivation to post some daily musings, commentaries, and stories that others might enjoy.
Up until that point, we had this old DOS machine, pre-windows, with word processing software that consisted of a blue background and white text. It was like, WordPerfect 1 or something. One time I tried to write a review of Mortal Kombat: Annihilation for the school paper, only to find out that 2 pages, single-spaced, was waaay too much text. But what did I know? My computer didn't even tell you how many pages your document was, let alone have a word counter. Looking back, I think I can edit that review down to two words: It sucked. But I digress.
We had just gotten this new computer, with windows and MS Office that I had been learning so much about in school. One of the first things I did was start a "virtual journal" ("journal" because diaries are for girls, and if I were going to have a diary, it wouldn't be virtual. It would be a real notebook with one of those locks on the front so that only I or anyone with a paperclip could open it).
From what I remember, my first and only entry started out something like this:
"Dear Journal, well, I don't really know about all this journal stuff, but I guess I'll give it a shot. Well, today was a pretty good day. School was good because we're playing this really cool song in Orchestra (Looking back, I think it was "What can you do with a drunken sailor," but I can't be sure). We had play practice after school and it was a lot of fun. I got to hang out with Mandy. She still says she doesn't want to be my girlfriend, but that's ok because it's cool just hanging out with her at play practice and stuff. I think if I just give it time (Read: The rest of my life, or so I thought at the time) she'll see that I'm really cool and will like me. I'll keep you posted on how it goes, but for now, I'm going to go play with my friend Jared outside. Talk to you later!"
And that was that. Sorry to leave you hanging for the past 13 years journal. In case you were wondering, it didn't work out because I moved to Tennessee three years later. The Mandy thing that is. Jared and I definitely went outside and played WCW wrestling. I was Sting, and I won.
But as it is, I have the internet at my apartment now, so hopefully I'll find the time and motivation to post some daily musings, commentaries, and stories that others might enjoy.
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