Honesty Pants

I suppose the teenage years of typed compliants of parents, curfews, and sketchy friends commonly known of xanga are over. (I'm not above admitting I had one . . . go on, admit you had one too and that you loved decorating it with icons.)

So. Upgrade?

Hello, blogger.com . . . thank you for the providing the young adult years of sophisticated blogging.


Blogs interest me for numerous reasons.


1) I like to talk, but not everyone likes to listen. So now we have options.

2) I'm an English major . . . pretty self-explanatory.

3) Come on, people. Let's just face it. If we didn't have two legs and brain, we'd be plastic fans. We all need to vent about that bad day where that special someone was hitting on that OTHER girl, that day you spilled coffee on your nice khaki pants, got the stink eye from one of your professors over a last minute, thrown-together essay, and had horrible pit sweat all BEFORE 10:30 a.m., that day where student development screwed you over on housing even though you were ahead a whole class so you're stuck in the crap pit for your junior year (good thing you're taking a victory lap . . . maybe then you'll be able to get in the nice housing on campus), and that day where your dream guy decided to back door date you.

Or maybe that's just me . . .

Anyways. Moving on.

4) Most of what comes out of my mouth isn't that profound . . . but there are short glimpses of genius . . . very, very short. Gotta catch 'em we can!

5) Blogging is a way to share what I'm learning. My philosophy is if you go through a day without learning something, then you're about alive as all the Mennonite brothers and sisters lying in the ground, decorating the nice mowed plot across the street from the Tabor College campus.


So here's to documenting life . . . because it's too important not to.