Hello Far and Wide...

So I'm actually pretty excited about this blogging business. I don't know that I have any readers as of yet, but that's beside the point, eh? Clearly blogging is just an outlet for cluttered minds (like mine) or a narcissistic misuse of time, or a misanthropic attempt to clutter the minds of others. (so at least I'm not in misery alone...) No okay, seriously. I would really like this to be the generator of many great discussions (or at least comments/thought pools... suppose I take what I can get) and maybe take this opportunity to see if I might be any good at journalism. (That second item may or may not be true. My parents would be appalled if they knew I may or may not be thinking about another major/minor... but I guess that's what I'm saying. I don't even know if I am yet; probably not. So no use getting upset) Actually I'm wondering if I might sleep better at night because of this--in a way I would be surprised. Nothing has stopped my racing mind before... but if it actually does work, well... expect regular posts I guess. (To anyone who may be reading this--if in fact, there is anyone)

Today has just been odd so far. First of all, my alarm didn't work this morning. Consequently I was immediately annoyed. But in efforts to cheer myself and get started, I began working at trimming (as in paint) our front door (again) and used my fingers and knees for touching up/ dabbing off. Therefore I'm a little spotted at present. When I finished, I did a brief stint making new frames for my dad's honeybees. Then for lunch I made a cucumber sandwich. It was stellar--just a piece of bread, cucumber slices, miracle whip, and a little salt. I highly recommend it. Upon my consumption of it, I whisked myself off to an unexpected local service project in which I aided my mother in washing, drying, and folding monumental piles of laundry. That would bring us to now. So picture me... I'm back here typing as I eat my cereal--which is an unlikely mixture of bran flakes, shredded wheat, banana slices, honey, and orange juice. (We were out of skim milk) This psuedo-dessert reminds me of my friend's dad who is lactose-intolerant... apparently he eats cereal with orange juice routinely. When she told me that I thought it sounded crazy and never would have expected myself to enjoy such a concoction. (Although I actually am--I, the non-adventurous avoider of unfamiliar foods) So maybe you should try it sometime. This is pretty unreal... it's only 4:00 in the afternoon and already so many journal-worthy things have happened. Usually my everyday life isn't this interesting. Anyway, on to deeper matters...