First Things First ...

I can't imagine I'll be too dedicated to this blog. I'm starting it because I was offhandedly challenged to. And offhanded challenges should rarely - if ever - be turned down. I already had a Blogger account (two, it turns out) for a couple of classes from two semesters or so back. Thanks to that little bit of forgotten homework, I've locked myself out of the URL I would have preferred for this blog. But whatcha gonna do ..? At least half the work of starting a blog was already done, which makes this easier for me to sit and do, since I know not a whole lotta people're gonna be reading this, anyway.

So, what do to? Start with a biography, or jump right into things?

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I've got nothing to do today, see. That's the problem. Had plans, and even got responsible about them and did all my homework last night so I'd be good to game it up today, play me some RuneWars. My friend canceled. For his sake, it better have been for a girl. I didn't buy this game so I could never play it.

But nothing to do means I'm just stuck here gaming. Video gaming, I mean. Some 360, some Wii; I'm full-on back into my Civilization Revolution addiction. So there's that. But time to game (alone) means time to think, and that can be dangerous for a guy like me. Don't get me wrong: in the last ... mmm, six months or so, I'd say, I've dramatically improved my Time Spent in My Mind-to-Time Spent Being Emo ratio. Sure, The Emo still hits every now and then, but it is usually the result of specific stimuli. And alcohol. So it's easy enough to avoid, for the most part.

I'd just rather have something to do today, dammit. This is what I get for being responsible: nothing. To. Do.

I do wonder how this blog will shape up, however, considering my life really IS in a good place, right now, and the only real problems I have are a couple things I can never, ever post here. But, then, that's what I do. Think and wonder and prepare myself - mentally, at least - for all the possibilities I see in all the day-to-day drama I hate but can't avoid.

Oh, and prepare myself (again, mentally more than physically. Not like it's all that likely to happen) for the coming Apocalypse, of course. Fingers crossed, I'm hoping for a basic Zombie Apocalypse. I have a roommate, she is terrified of zombies. Unreasonably so, I think. Is it cruel of me to hope for at least a tiny, Resident Evil-style zombie outbreak, despite her fear?

Ah, I do that, too: pose a lot of rhetorical questions. In fact, that's probably what I'll name this blog.