Its a Blag!

Oh.
Oh heavens.
Oh sweet mother of pearl.
I've reached an all time low.

There comes a time in every man's life where he needs to make a decision for himself. A fork in the road takes shape on the horizon, and from that moment onward a man knows that he can only make one choice which, in the words of Robert Frost, will "make all the difference". Every night I find myself approaching a fork such as this. Jefferson, the majestic creature, tells us "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise". And so the road shows itself before me: sleep at a reasonable hour or stay up until 3:30 in the morning browsing countless pages of the internet which I'm bound to not remember like the disgusting garbage I am.

Basically the nightly ritual.

It's a reasonable 11:30 right now, and for the past couple minutes(hours) I've been reading the wildly uninteresting yet oddly addictive blog posts of my teachers. This quickly got me thinking, "what if I wrote wildly uninteresting blog posts?", because apparently being out of school for three weeks has given me serious and possibly dangerous symptoms of writing withdraw. Thanks, Mr. K.

Being one of those people who often forgets their train of thought halfway through their sentence-
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Oh, right. Being one of those people whose only interesting trait is that I'm friends with interesting people, I couldn't enter the blogging industry alone. So my seven (COUNT THEM, SEVEN) friends and I are  basically going to be chronicling our lives. Or in the case of Other Brendan, post about Game of Thrones. Or in the case of Juice, post about his queer anime shit. Or in the case of Lucas, post about sports bullshit.
Maybe I'm taking this too seriously.
Maybe I really just needed an outlet for writing.
But hey, worst case scenario, I end up with a little journal of my life (for at least a short period) to look back on.

I've actually come to the point where I'm purposefully doing that which every student fears most: writing. Definitely an all time low.