What I have a blog for.

It has come to my attention that I am a horrible blogger.


You know, I figured this thing would be easy. 


Rant a little. Talk about how I feel, and just generally get things off my chest.


After all, I'm not writing this for people. I'm writing this for me.


I would almost prefer it if no one ever read this. Much less anyone I know. It's not like this is some food blog. This is my life I'm writing about. If this blog is used for what I intend it to be used for, everything I want to say but can't is going to be right here. In a neat little archived pile for people to pick through.

Like velociraptors. 

Maybe I thought I'd be like Doogie Howser.

That's a lie. I thought I'd be exactly like Doogie Howser.


But holy crap! It's a lot harder than just writing.


I am not a writer.


I can write, but I am by no means good at it.


I have recently realized that this blog also has to make sense.


For my own sanity.

What makes it a classic anyway?

Summer reading.


Not fun.


I have three books to read this summer. No big deal, I love reading. One of them's a history of the plagues of the world until 1967.

Cool. 


I'll procrastinate until the last two weeks of school and then probably not read it anyway.

Normal.

The second book is random and not worth getting into right now.

I'll enjoy it.


The third book -- the one I'm currently trying to finish -- is Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.

Oh goody, a classic!


I have this thing about "classic novels that everyone is expected to read and love in high school that you're only reading because you heard that everyone in America has read it too".


I don't enjoy them.


And really people.


We all know that classics aren't classics because of the wonderfully rich and captivating storyline. 


Take Catcher in the Rye. I can't for the life of me find a plot! Okay, so he failed out of his prep school and lives in New York City for a few days. Where's the problem? Where's the climax?!


Granted, I'm only two thirds the way through. But I'm so confused, there's no saving this book in my mind.


What's kept me reading is how it's written.  



And that, my friends, separates the good books from the classic books.


The author has a witty way of describing things not unlike myself *cough cough* that makes me want to keep reading just to hear what he'll say next.  


Examples? Of course!!


Great Expectations. What a fantastic bore. Now, if you asked me if I've read this book, I'd reply, "Define read." Still, I do know the book. Do you think scholars swear by it because Pip made them rethink how they live their own lives?

No.

The only reason people suffer through that book is because Charles Dickens was an interesting writer. Interesting as in different.

What was this post about? Oh yeah, classic novels. Look, this is totally my opinion. Most of the time it's random and has no thought process and when I finish reading it I'm like, "Wow that sucked".


But if I don't write about what I feel, what the hell do I have a blog for?

Look Ma! My first blog post!

Wahoo!!!

I definitely feel like this is a big deal

:)

So..this blog's gonna be about life and stuff. 

...

yepp. 

That pretty much covers it all. 

Also, it's too much work to write in a journal.

Welp, this is going good. I guess I should get used to it, because it's gonna be a pretty regular thing from now on.

Hold on to your hats, folks. This is gonna get interesting.