I have a box of 64 crayons. But one if only half a crayon. 63.5 crayons.

You know what interesting things happen in college?

Nothing. Nothing at all interesting happens ever in college. High school was more interesting to write about because things happened.

I walk approximately five miles uphill both ways to class, sometimes I take the bus since most of the school year is very cold, and then I sit in class with no human contact, hopefully (but usually not) absorbing whatever information (always boring) is being thrown my way and then I go home and I study. Which is me, sitting by myself, thinking about the very dull things I just learned. Then the next day I think about them some more. Sometimes I re-write my notes or draw a diagram to spice it up. For example: The Hydrologic Cycle is very dull. So I drew some smiling clouds over a landscape of happy hills. Fabulous.

Hey. Here it is.

So I said to my dear friend Jolie, who is most likely the only person besides myself who will read this self-indulgent crap, "Blog something". And she said "You blog something". So here it is. In all it's bloggy glory.

I used to have a livejournal that I was very fond of and I haven't looked at in ages. Well, I'm reading it. And wow. Embarrassing. I also foresee this blog turning into something I can be ashamed of years later and I could not be more excited. My livejournal was mainly written during highschool. And lot of it was written AT school during the painful chunk of time that I had half study hall/half copy room assistant duties. So naturally it's all about high school and yeah it's as boring as it sounds. Don't go looking for it. I'm setting every entry to private.