I have a highly workable theory surrounding how my brain works: I now firmly believe that the number of working neurons I can spare is indirectly proportional to how comfortable, well-rested, and stress-free I am. Just how comfortable am I? Let's just say I've been spending so much time indoors that I'm possibly two shades lighter than I was in my last semester of college, and that starting a moderate workout regimen may not be such a bad idea.
It isn't that I think I'm getting dumber, although the fact that lately I've been forced - by certain uncontrollable events and/or people in my life - to watch more local television than I've seen since the onset of cable may, in retrospect, make that previous statement incorrect. Telenovelas almost 24/7 just, you know, aren't really my thing.
So here I am, a full 124 days after my graduation, attempting to jumpstart my brain with a blog, one bound to be lost in the veritable ocean, the cesspool, that is the internet. It's about time I start producing something instead of jumping from the mental meanderings of one person to another. I want to meander too.
The goal, therefore, is to write once a week, at the very least, about things I love, things I hate, things I feel strongly about. Pretty things, or ugly things. Awesome, wonderful things, or maybe even things that may at first seem banal. The goal, simply put, is to write.
And I'll try to make sense, I promise.
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