The Fruits of Boredomidity

No, boredomidity is not a word. But you know what is a word? Sleeplessness. Granted, there are way too many e's and s's to be worth mentioning a second time, but there you have it.

In case you're still confused about my antics of confusion, I am bored and can't sleep. I read someone else's blog, and decided to make my own. Lord knows I have enough time on my hands to write one..

I'd make a long detailed post about my history or something substantial, but I think it's more fitting to just post whatever comes to mind in the random fashion my conscious mind is accustomed to. It speaks more to who I am, a sentimental parcel of ambiguity one hopes to clear through the course of days. I am not sure if that means something or not, but man it sounds cool.

I have a question to the general populace that may (or may not, as we're about to discuss) view this blog. Is the purpose of 'blogging', or rather, the fruition of its use, seen in the blogger or the blog-reader? Is the writing / journaling for me, or is it for my friends? I am not positive, but my intuition tells me that it's for me. It's to get my thoughts out. Most people aren't going to care about this. If they do, awesome, that means 1) you're bored or 2) I am important to you, or 3) a little of both.

That's my thought of the day.

As far as my life is concerned, there is barely anything worth mentioning. You learn how much school meant to your life when you stop going.

One more note. C.S. Lewis is a genious, and I LOVE his writing. I can't get enough of his books! They make your brain explode, and that's awesome! He's deep, way deeper than authors I am used to. Mere Christianity, Surprised By Joy, and Abolition of Man are the ones I have read so far, and they've been great! They are deep, though, and not an easy read by any means. I am currently reading Weight of Glory, and I hope to read Screwtape Letters soon.

Yay! First blog post. Woopie. Yippity-doo-da. Yippity-yay. My-oh-my, what a wonderful day! ... Plenty of sunshine, something something else.. yippity-doo-da, yippity-yay!

Yes, I am mildy ridiculous.