ahem.

I just learned how to italizize without using the mouse. 
Though I'd let you know.
Now on to less pressing issues of the world.  Mainly, how to properly focus when trying to write a blog post.  First, if you really need music, make it instrumental.  I have found Anamanaguchi and Explosions in the Sky work just as well as classical music.  Next, type in one word, then another, then another that makes sense alongside the previous two.  Beyond that, it's all UP TO YOU.   I means this sersiously.  I don't write long, ranting, discourses.  On the other hand, others do.  I don't.  And I felt a need to write so I wrote this.  I'm actually reminded of a story upon writing.  I normally don't, so I'll just tell it and then you can get on with consuming useless information from the buffet that is the Internet. 
I had a friend that didn't like to write. or read.  He always read the cliff notes version of a book when assigned and got pretty decent grades, which is sad.  But thats not the story.  He was supposed to write an essay and he really didn't know what to write about, hence he was whining about it to us, his friends. (thats why you go to public school for instead of being home-schooled.  who do you whine to then? your mom? your dog?  your creepy neighbor?)  Well he was stumped.  So he decided to write about not being able to come up with a subject to write about.  It was a real page turner, according to what he said his teacher wrote in red ink on the paper.  It surprised me because he did the most obvious thing that was so obvious everyone else didn't write about it because they thought it would fail. Occam's Razor.  It's real.  believe me. 

Moral of the story:  when faced with writer's block, whine about it to your friends.  or creepy neighbor.  whichever one is available first.

The Begining...

One Night I couldn't sleep, so I began to think as I always do. I was thinking about things that I have potential to be good at. The one thing that arose among other thoughts was writing. I dont exactly hate writing, but my track record with English teachers would beg to differ. To that I say bull honkey. The only reasons I got average to bad grades in English was because:
1. English teachers seem to hate me from the get go. No love whatsoever.
2. 90% of essay prompts are restrictive, like a word prison.
3. On top of that you must follow the 5 paragraph format. Put more shackles on me, I dont have enough.
In the above list, only number 2 and 3 are legit reasons behind my bad grades. They both have one thing in common. They restrict my freedom. I don't like that at all, but that was the past and I guess I should move forward.
Luckily I gradutated from high school and broke free from the shackles that held my pen down. So I made my own blog. With my newfound freedom and blog, I threw everything I learned from English out the window. Everything except spelling. That comes natural to me. Little did I know that this strategy would turn ugly. I look back at my past posts and they are all rubbish. The ideas behind them were good but somewhere along the road from brain to keyboard something went wrong. I had turned my talent into a monster. Something had to be done.
I decided that the best time to start doing things right would be now. I would go back into the archives of the brain and pull out everything that English teachers pressed upon me. I'm not that good at acutal writing, but as my arhictecture professor put it, "I'll fake it till I make it."
By now you might think I'll turn into this serious writer that writes about the news and politics. Dead wrong my friend. From the day I started breathing, I have been daydreaming, thinking, musing, ruminating, and pondering about anything and everything. If you transpose all this cerebral activity into books, I would have myself a medium size library. So from now on I am going to start letting loose the category 5 brain hurricane known as Commodore Awesome into the world. It may not be much, but its all I can do for the world right now. That is, until I get superpowers.