Origins

Tuesday marks the beginning of hell finals week. So I thought a nice, long flow of thoughts would be appropriate for this post as a little stress reliever. No editing. No rewrites. If you don't want to read my random thoughts, then it's all good, it's cool, you can politely leave right now. I promise I won't notice. I don't really care anyways. Just a warning, I don't know what's to come on this post, so be ready for anything.




Which gets me thinking. Okay, buckle up your seat belts kids, we're on the move!

I am so sorry for the cheeseball statement. I will never ever ever (anyone just sing those three words to TaySwift's song? No? Just me..?) do something like that again. Promise. Girl Scouts Honor. Crap I just did it again. I guess y'all are gonna have to deal with me. #sorrynotsorry (I apologize for using a hashtag on here but I told myself no editing this so now I can't take it out... I'm not that weird, promise)

Any who.

Why did I start this blog back in September in the first place? Well, the obvious reason is that I was working on my first article for Central's newsmagazine, the Devil's Advocate (pretty creative name, huh?) and I was given the topic of blogs and how they may be becoming more popular than tried and true FaceSpace. Oh shoot. Or was it MyBook? Nah that doesn't sound right either... Facebook. Yeah. That little thing.

So anyways I was writing this puppy and interviewing some people about their blogs and such and writing some more and then some editing and then I turned in my rough draft. And then I realized. Hey. I think I might like to start a blog of my own. And then I lived happily ever after. In a castle with just me and my computer, writing blog post after blog post without a care in the world.

Okay, that last part didn't exactly happen. Shh. Haven't you ever heard that writers sometimes like to stretch the truth? Yeah? Okay.

I digress.

So I logged onto blogger.com and I made my account. And then I looked out the window and the wind was blowing in the trees and I thought it seems like the wind has something to say every single time it blows. It's like they have their own secrets and we'll never know what they are. Hence the name of my blog, which I should probably type here but I really don't feel like it so I won't because this is my blog and I can do whatever I want. So take that. Ha. And eventually there will be a post about that and secrets and stuff but that takes a lot of thinking and I don't have the mental capacity to do that right now.

But is there a deeper reason for this virtual journal? Yes.

I want to get myself out there. I want to be a writer, a journalist, an editor. Something to do with writing. Just something. Anything.

And I have to start somewhere. I mean, doesn't everyone?

So I guess this is my somewhere. These posts are my origins to my something, my everything, and I couldn't be happier.