And bring your stupid friends along.

So I have a buddy named Shawn, and he got himself a blog a while back. It's a pretty sweet blog (www.forestfrolic.blogspot.com) and will most likely be updated a lot more frequently than this one. Shawn was the one who told me I should get a blog and I gave him some half hearted excuse about wanting to finish the book I'm writing first (yeah yeah yeah. That isn't bragging, in fact I'm going to try to avoid mentioning it as much as possible. I don't dig the whole "yeah i'm writing a book thing" since I'm in high school and might seem like a douche, but when you're writing a story and it's two hundred pages and counting...it's kind of a book right? right.) so that I didn't cross any creativity wires and cause either product to be lame. But then I got in a real rant-mode on myspace and for the thousanth time over realized how lame ranting on myspace is, even if what you're saying makes sense. Nobody gives a shit. Not that a blog is going to be any better, especially since I probably won't tell anyone I have it, but you catch my drift. Myspace is for birds. So I decided to start one of these things up. Anyway so since Shawn is the inspiration for this venture, lets give him a round of applause. Okay, okay, good? I was thinking of just not telling Shawn I was doing this for like four months or something and then casually dropping the link, but chances are I'll probably just give him the link as soon as I publish this post. Fuck it.

Actually it isn't all Shawn (sorry bro), a few people have asked why I don't blog. Aside from nobody giving a damn, there are a few reasons. First off, the excuse I gave Shawn is sort of true. I just don't know if i'll have enough content to keep this thing going regularly. Also I'm something of a luddite in the sense that I'm usually terrible out of touch with the latest techno-trend. I just found out what Twitter was about two weeks ago and I still think its kind of dumb. Of course I'm bound to end up with a twitter account six months down the line when nobody tweets anymore. I got a xanga about half a decade ago (holy shit I've existed for nearly two decades!) but only after the trend had passed. I was late to the myspace trend but surprisingly that one has stuck around. I flat out refuse to get a Facebook and if I ever do you know I've been bodysnatched or some really cute fuckin girl told me I should get one. I'm also on a message board or two but apparently those are still only for nerds. Ah well, 2010 might be the year for that, ya?

Okay, well, that's about it. Uhm, today I antagonized a couple of my friends, watched half of Inside Man, and played golf. I was like twenty over par but still did well considering I have the upper arm strength and coordination of a blind paper mache crane. The machine and the bird. My ex girlfriend looked super fine and I had to avoid looking at her for all of the one class I have with her. (I actually have two, but I only go to one of them). I got spoiled about X-Men Origins Wolverine but its cool cause I'm a spoiler whore and as a comic book nerd I'm contractually obligated to go see it on Friday. Saturday is Oh, Savannah's first show, in Easton at the Quadrant. For the clueless and strangers who stumbled upon this via google, that isn't my band. It's my band's band. They're sick. They've also never been to Savannah.

That's it. See you in six months when I post exciting blog entry number two! Hoorah.