Life as I know it

I have recently joined the world of internet addiction. It started with myspace back in April or so, and snow-balled from there. I have realized that I enjoy blogging, and blogging on myspace just isn't enough for me anymore. So here I am. When I started blogging, I wasn't quite sure what to say. I could sit down and write to you about my day and what's going on in my life. I could tell you that I just ate two Haralson apples and am heading towards some raisin toast in a few minutes. I could also tell you that eating the apples, while nutritious and enjoyable, was more an act of avoidance than anything else. You see, my parents are out of town, and since I recently moved back into their home to save money so I can live in poverty for a few years, my diet is under intense scrutiny. If my mother comes home and sees the same amount of fruit in the fruit basket as there was when she left, I'm going to hear about it. So I ate the apples to avoid such a lecture. And, of course, because apples are good. But I'm guessing you don't really care about my food intake. I could tell you that I'm sitting at my dining room table waiting anxiously for a thunderstorm because a good thunderstorm always puts me in a good mood. It's been cloudy and rainy all day, and I think it should just let loose and give me a little bit of excitement in an otherwise dull day. But I'm guessing you don't really care about the weather, either. The good news is this: I have no interest in writing extensively about either of those topics. Since I started dabbling in blogging, I have found out that I really enjoy writing. There are a lot of things in a regular day that catch my attention and make me think. For example, one of my co-workers phone was ringing. Instead of answering it right away, she stared at it for a second and said "I wonder what they want." Naturally, I responded with "I guess you'll have to pick up the phone and find out." It seemed like the logical thing to do. Those are the kinds of interactions that make me think. They make me want to understand people, and know why people say or do the things they do. I think that the best way to do that is with the help of others. So here I am. I will try not to bore you with writings about the consistency of split pea soup, or debates about soda or pop (personally, I say soda). If I ever do, please stop reading.

Next week: I'm getting my hair cut.