When I don't Post

There is usually a reason for things. After recent accusations that I am boring because I don't post, I tried several times this morning to write something. After that I tried writing anything. Then I wrote nothing; I concluded that I if no posting equals a boring person then that's me, because I have nothing to say. But who wants to be boring? So I think I will play the system a little bit. My critic never said that what I write has to be interesting. It just has to exist.

I think my class assignments are going to make great posts.

When People Post

I read blogs. I actually do read quite a few, especially when I am sitting alone in the Castle Carpet Cleaning office, numbing my brain with inactivity. And I have begun to theorize about why people post when they post.

First of all, I know that many people post when they actually have something to talk about. When things are 'on the brain' so to speak. I also know that many people write when they Think they have something to say. In the words of Tom Banks (possibly misquoted, but definitely close), blogging turns us all into "philosophers...or at least petty aphorists." People definitely like to talk. And what about those other souls that know they have nothing to say? Well, they write anyway. Why?

I think it has to do with something I noticed about my childhood journal. I have always been fond of writing, but as a child I never stuck with anything for very long. My list of unfinished stories is practically endless. And so when I started journaling in the fourth grade, I also didn't keep up with it very much. But from the occasional entries, you would have thought that I was an unhappy, very bored, very tiresome, very prone to losing things sort of child. Reason being that I only wrote when I had absolutely nothing else to do. Usually I had lost my book. Comparing this to my blogging habits, I realized that they are very much the same. My last post was about being braindead. I was about to write another post about being braindead (from sitting in CCC all morning and listening to carpet jokes-*shudder*). I think I tend to write when I am bored or braindead. From a careful consideration of many other bloggers and their posts, I am inclined to think that I am not alone. No, not alone at all.

Driving in the Dark

If I had dreamed last night, it would have been an awful dream about evil red eyes blinding me in the dark as I followed, endlessly followed them up and down and around and forever. I didn't dream about this because I didn't dream at all. I was dead asleep, and still sort of am. My mom and I drove to Spokane last night to pick up my sister. Mom doesn't like driving in the dark, so I drove. It was about 8 pm when we left Moscow--dark. By ten we had her, and we had us, and we were with my grandparents. What did we not have? Luggage. That didn't come in until the 12:00 flight. So, by 12:30 we were again leaving the airport and on our way home. Dark again, so I drove. They actually play pretty good music at 1 am. But the lights! The terrible blinding taillights of the van in front of me would not go away! To dark to see around him without my brights, too icy to risk it anyway, we traveled at 42 on a 60 for what seemed like forever. 2:45 am and I knew I never wanted to drive again. I guess now I'm just glad to be home. I'm braindead, but home, with my sister.

Re: Chem Paper

I recall mentioning that our classmates didn't really appreciate our chemistry paper. And I also recall mentioning that we liked it better our way. It turns out that for once, we were right. A+ on the paper, and no final for the three authors. We were pretty pleased.

Engaged People

It's a funny thing. Engaged people always seem to think that everyone else around them should be falling in love too. They'll even go so far a sign language to communicate their suspicions about completely unsuspicious persons to you. So if you see the sign language, beware. Someone is thinking about you.

Freedom!

I have, as of this moment, freed myself of a great burden. My English paper has been turned in. Yes, 21 pages, 18 resources, 3 genres, and 6284 words later, I am done (not like I was counting or anything). Add to the mix a few gallons of coffee and a sugar intake equal to that of the entire month of November, and you've got my last week pretty much down. All that's left is a quick Calculus final on Thursday (but who studies for math?) and an appearance at a Chemistry final which I won't have to take in all likelihood. Can you wonder that I'm practically leaping out of my chair in ecstasy?

The Verdict

Well, the verdict is in from our classmates. After reviewing a 17-page paper written by three Logos students, they came to this conclusion: We use too many rhetorical questions and we're awfully wordy. Too bad; we decided we liked it better our way.