Saturday Night

I haven't opened many new doors lately. I think the last was experimenting with smoking cigarettes and I've shut that portal hoping I won't stumble into it later in life--the smell lingers too long for the induced relaxation to be worth my while. Here's a new door though: blogging. Keeping a handwritten log has been utterly frustrating. My writing style is self-defeating; I hold the pencil in such a way that my hand cramps after a few minutes, making thoughts very hard to think. Typing is much easier.

When I first heard of "blogging" I immediately thought of logarithms. I was way off. Jargon is a catchy word in my lexicon (so is lexicon) and I think it's funny how I accept it without much commotion. Besides, I still think 'vernacular' sounds like a term to describe a social disease. 'Jargon' rolls from my mind to my tongue and out smoother.

Back to doors, this blogging is refreshing. Definitely a new door in a maze of familiar knobs and frames. It's attack of the metaphors!

So I'm writing this weekend night and my first post will be the most incoherent bit of scrawl I've ever electronically penned (e-penned!!). But this blog isn't for you, whoever you may be. It's the repository for my loosely organized mind. I named it Wanderal after my handwritten "Wandering Journal". I wander, I ask, I seek I dream, I laze, I vegge (vedge), I crunch, I cram, I wonder...then I dump. But the dump gets lost in the untamed regions of my gray matter, so this is my solution: blog it down and keep the hand cramps away. Lookout below!

I have the Oasis song 'Wonderwall' stuck in my head (rather the first and third and, I think, final verse) and I keep singing it. This room is hot, but the company is good (hi Mike and Thomas). I think Pandora radio is one of the greatest internet entities in existence. I have a lot of homework and my eyes are calling 'Closing Time'. I want to be witty and complex and profound, but then I think those terms are all just relative anyway and I'll find them if I will. Love is the 'dark matter' that ties all of reality together. I was asked what being 'bad-ass' meant and after a little stumbling around in my own head, I found the best words for me: to move people.