The Start.

I do not wish to make some sort of unbelievable impression on society.
But I do not wish this blog to hell, never seeing it again.

Even if I have to be an inevitable failure, writing blogs about not posting blogs, et al.


I'd being lying if I said I was not up at midnight scrabbling my brain to think of something semi-interesting to blog about with the rain beating softly out side and Adult Swim on in the background.


I think my writers block started when several people had the audacity to smoothly say that I was, and I quote 'Sarah Lawrence material.'
It bothered me when it was first said and it bothers me now.
The first one was looking over a body of school essays letting out a lot of 'hmms' and 'ohs.'
Most asked me if I even tried. I took that as a bad thing. I never told them the truth.
They handed me brochures and urged me to begin calling and looking around for needed materials. They offered their services and I declined for now.

It scared me the most when one of the few teachers that I've ever 100% respected told me that out of the 20 years shes been teaching I made her the most excited and that I had the potential to get as far as I so choose.


The question is what am I to do with said potential? Isn't potential a possibility? I don't know if I can commit myself to something as loose as the word 'potential.' Hell, I can't commit myself to anything.

Like the fore mentioned blog.


By the way the truth is I didn't try.

I haven't totally forgot.

I know this is still here.

There's been an itch in my vain's to write.

Something. Something soon.

This won't work out.

I make a new blog every like, 9 months. Purely for the fact that I delete the conformation emails and forget the passwords.

I'll just pretend to try to keep up with this one.