So Much is Lamenting

If you've noticed a lack of posts (read any) since that very first night - which if you have been checking even once a week you would have - lamenting is largely to blame. Not that I was lying when I said I was in a happier place than before, that happy place is simply becoming a thinner area spread out between then and now. Lamenting seems to get mixed up into everything I experience like sand - I find it in the randomest places, at the strangest times, and more than I would like in the rough - without even looking for it.

And since no one, myself included, wants to read about lamenting, unless it's funny, which I can do, just not when the truth outweighs the laugh, I am picking and choosing to write only about things that I think matter or are uplifting or edifying, or along those lines. In other words, things that inspire me, that I think are worthwhile, that spark my imagination. Things that may help to wash away some of that sand.

Which is why later on I may post some of my poems from college. You know, to beef up readership. I hear poems really do that for blogs. At least that's what myself told me.

Watch Out For that First Profile; It's a Doozy

If you happen to find this blog, or know me and find this blog, which I may have told you about because I tend to be excited about writing in general, you may notice my profile as being a bit heavy. When we first started up the other blog (which was my first, though it was not my creation) I was pretty intense about the future and the current state of my state in life and whatnot.

Which is not to say that I am not still that way, but my disposition as of late has been more positive.

What a long explanation for something that barely warrants a sentence.

But I may post the few "heavy" blogs I wrote for that other blog here anyway, because I still enjoy them...and I think about five people read them.

I Have No Idea What I'm Doing...

Except that I know I'm doing it on the spur of the moment. I found out a friend had a blog, so I went to check an old, but not ancient, blog a friend from film school had started up for herself and a few of her friends (myself included) and it seemed that Blogger had booted us off.

And so I find myself here, creating my own blog, and boring my own self, and anyone who happens to read this.

How anyone would know this blog even exists unless I tell them, is beyond me though.

And who knows how often I will even blog? Things done on the spur of the moment don't often become routine, unless it involves a one-night stand that leads to the birth of a child, in which case you must be a stand up (as in honorable, of course) guy, or else the spur of the moment act does not become routine - unless the one-night stands become consistent, therefore shifting them from spur of the moment to routine.

And this has gone on much longer than I already planned. But at least it leaves us all with something to think about...which is,

"Why does Tim (when I think about something I do it in the third person) have a blog?"