Great timing

Monday Night RAW wrapped up a little over an hour ago. Since then? I've been staring at my review sheet willing it to fill out itself. So far, it hasnt worked. And that makes me really sad.

Why?

Becuase I'm all set to have a really great weekend and then some. And I have a test on Monday.

This test was supposed to be this week, but since we had the ice day a couple weeks ago this test is now Monday. Right in the middle of all the fun. And that just sucks.

I realize this means nothing to you. But dammit, when you procrastinate as much as I do, this is not good.

Not good at all.

What comes is better than what came before

Songs become part of our history - quite similar to old relationships long since lost. In the beginning, you can't quite get enough of a particular new song. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of every emotion you're feeling, and the music reaches you like nothing else ever has.

But this new feeling slowly fades until you no longer listen to your new favorite song quite as much as you used to. The lyrics, while still meaningful, describe emotions you have felt for so long that you have become numb to them. The magic is gone.

It will be maybe months, even years, before you listen to this song again. And when you do, it will be a bittersweet memory, reminding you of feelings you may or may not want to forget. But it is part of your history - forever linked to you in some way that no one else can possibly understand. You will never hear the song in any other way.

This is why tonight, I'm lost in my memories.

Your first time is never easy...

Hi. I created this blog approximately two weeks ago. However, as soon as opened this little box to expose my insanity to the rest of the world, I suddenly found myself at a loss for words. Funny how that works.

I'm a repeat offender when it comes to blogging. If you tried, I'm sure you could scrounge up several old and discarded blogs of mine floating out in the cyber vortx. I say that because I don't want to actively look for them as it would remind me of a time when my biggest problem seemed to be finding a date to prom. And I think I would rather jump out of a moving vehicle than relive high school hell.

That being said, sometimes I would rather jump out of a moving vehicle just for fun. Now that's some adventure for you.

I'm really not sure what the hell I'm doing when it comes to this (this and about everything else in my life) so bear with me as I figure it out. Twenty years from now I'm sure I'll be happy to change the title to "Confessions of a Mid-Life Crisis."

And that is a scary thought.