A writing major writing a blog? Why, yes, I’d love to solidify my financially unstable future.
That’s a joke. Well, mostly. I do like the blog idea. Chronicling the salient points of my life indelibly on the Internet like wet cement in some storage basement of a giant skyscraper… It looks like all of us are moving a little closer to immortality, whether we want to or not. There was a time when only the greatest writers had the ability to print their works. Now, the YouTube comments of today could live on for generations. One day, a man will be able to trace his family lineage back through their Facebook posts and YouTube comments and know, with great certainty, that when Great Grandpa Shane was 14, he thought that “JUSTIN BEEBR SUKS FAGZORZ OMG LOL!!1!!!1!”
A little about myself: I’m 26, in college, and the world is my Rubix cube. I see patterns everywhere; mundane to divine, subjective and objective. I have a lot of difficulty remembering faces AND names, so the surest bet is to do something memorable while I’m around.
Huh. Hadn’t really thought about it before, but I’ve always felt guilty about not remembering those things. Maybe a majority of people are just really boring.
Anyway, I grew up in Florida, moved to Colorado, and I’ve done other things before and in-between. I’m a dedicated musician, a published journalist, an actor, an instigator at heart, and a nice guy by force of habit. I’d tell more, but exposition’s a bitch at 1:30 in the morning, and I really should start studying for finals next week.
This is my Basement of Wanton Wayfaring.
(Or Wanting Wayfaring, depending on the day and disposition.)