Yeah, we're trying this again.

     This is my sixth or seventh attempt at blogging. If you suffered through my previous tries, you know they were absolute crap. Sorry about that.

     This blog, however, is going to be different. This one actually has a purpose. See, despite being really ridiculously excited to start grad school and get into life as an actual teacher, I know that going back to class is going to mess with my writing. My four years of undergrad were beyond fantastic, but aside from some mediocre poems from freshman year I didn't write anything worth keeping. And now that I want to write again, I can barely remember how to start. So now I've got this. My own personal corner of the interwebs to try and suck less at being an author. Here I can hone my craft and you can laugh at the sitcom that my life has become. Everybody wins!

     On a more serious note, I feel like I should warn you that this blog might take on a more somber tone on occasion. If you've been around me for more than 10 minutes, you probably noticed that I'm not always the nicest person in the world. That bothers me. Actually, it always has. I've always tried to change that and be a better person, but nothing ever worked for more than a few days. Now, though, I think I have a real chance to exorcise my demons. For one thing, I finally have a purpose. It was always great to hear "Oh yeah, you'll be a great author some day!", but nobody really graduates college and faceplants into a book deal. And despite being one of the laziest human beings on the planets, I really like having something to do during the day besides watch MADE marathons on MTV. Along with the new career prospects, I've gotten better at emoting. Prior to May 2010 I wasn't even aware that I had the full range of human feelings, and then I pretty much had my soul crushed by a move to the northern tundra. Lo and behold, I could finally emote. I could emote a lot. But, in an extremely chick flick-y turn of events, it sort of helped me figure myself out. And after surviving almost a year away from my urban college family, I feel like I might have a real chance to get better. But I need to have something that holds me accountable for my mental well being. So that's why occasionally yall may have to deal with a semi-serious musing or two. It's always been hard for me to admit when something is wrong, but I think that's why I have to do it now. I need to learn that emotions and weakness are not synonymous.

     Mostly though, I want to be a writer again. And I'm a big fan of attention/praise and adoration, so I like to let people read my stuff.  So stay around, read and comment, and maybe when I write the great American novel I'll give you a shout-out in the dedication.

Or not.
Probably not.