I've gone back and forth on how to kick this off, but I might as well just go ahead and write some shit.
I'm not entirely sure why I decided to start a blog. I just did. I've got nothing better to do now that my college classes are done for the semester. Oh, sure, there's always work, but I bloody hate working at that crappy little department store... Except for Amelia. I rather like her. Oh, and I guess getting paid is nice. But that place is hell, and I'm pounding the pavement looking for other work. With a bit of luck, I might just find something better, maybe even in the computer field.
Ha. Luck. That's something I've never seen much of.
Oh, this is actually turning out alright. Bit "stream of conscious"-y, but I rather enjoy writing those. That's what this is about, right? Blogging? It's about just doing something I like to do. Something I li
Fucking TED! Just ran in here with a goddamn squirt gun yelling about the beginning of Summer. Bastard locked himself in his room before I could get back at him...
...Oh. Right. This is public so I should explain that. Ted's my roommate. Literally known him since first grade, and we've been renting this crappy little house in this crappy little subdivision for the past six months. He's a fellow nerd, serious World of Warcraft player, and the most annoying prankster I've ever known. From paper in shoes, to plastic wrap over the toilet, to banging on my door while growling the night I watched 28 Days Later, jerk keeps me on my toes. Still, he pays his half of the rent, so I can't complain.
Still, I should go get him back for that water gun assault. We'll see how the giant likes it when his sandwich he packed for lunch tomorrow is covered in habanero sauce...