Oooooh its the first one.

Grand heady thoughts about how aweSOME this blog experience will be are outrageous. I may or may not have ever written for a blog before, and if I had I would have tried to write some pretty awesome stuff. Enough meta blogging now.

I guess doomsday is officially on December 21, 2012, and this is according to CNN which means it must be true. If we can't trust the internet, what can we trust? They give several reasons for this conclusion. First, the ancient Mayan calendar ends on that day, the Winter Solstice, and since it has proven itself to be frightfully accurate so far, why should it stop being for real now? Second, and this is the cool part, the sun will be perfectly aligned to the center of the Milky Way galaxy. It sounds like the thing out of Disney's Hercules classic when the planets align and all the huge bad monsters (called Titans) come out of the bad dark pit and wreck havoc on stuff. But of course the gods win in the end because it is Disney, where the guy gets the girl, and everyone who believed in themselves are re-affirmed for doing so, and you get to the end credits of such a movie feeling like you watched something to the equivalent of consuming fourteen metric tons of cotton candy. Its all fluff. But, back to what I was originally talking about. By the way, don't mix topics in one paragraph. That is crucial to your ability to write, otherwise you will fail. Doomsday, yes. I will be slightly to very surprised if that is the end of the world as we know it, which could also be put into motion by Cosgrove retiring from his professorship. I wonder what the Mayans had going for them in figuring out stuff like their calendar that is so accurate. I mean, they didn't have the internet. They didn't even have drinking fountains, or iPods, or seat warmers. How did they survive? Who knows.

Actually write now I am sposed to be doing aych dubs while sitting here at Payne's, and I still haven't figured out how to smell the smell that is rampant here, but the real reason is that I love the atmosphere. I could live in a coffee shop if they just gave me a computer to type stuff on. Dont end sentences with a preposition. Writing in a cofffffeeee shop has always been a good experience for me, and now that I think about it, my best writing has come from doing it here as well. I don't know what it is about the whole thing, except maybe it is the sense that I am here to intentionally do something other than goof off, and so I am motivated. Last time I was here I was doing homework and sitting in a booth behind this couple that was having a spat. They weren't being terribly vocal but I couldn't help overhearing some of the stuff they were saying. After they left I realized I could have some pretty funny material if I had written some of it down, because as it turns out, writing down real-life dialogue is hilarious. Try it some time. Sit around with your friends/boyfriend/mother/pet lizard and surreptitiously type stuff that is said. It sound so normal in speak, but in writing it looks and feels different. Anyway, that is my tidbit of thoughts for the writing sphere of things.

Whoa too much on a first entry. But it is a harangue, so you knew what you were in for.

I randomly thought of an awesome quote I read, and since it IS awesome, I will end with it.

"Don't drink water. Fish have sex in it."