A Good Book Has No Ending

Who Am I?

So yeah, third post today. The newness of my blog will die down eventually, and my posts will become more sporadic and less witty. But now, I actually want to write a post that has substance. One of my friends found this awesome website with writing prompts on it, and I was looking through them when I found two I liked right beside each other:

1. Describe a typical day during your Jr. High years.
2. Why do you write?

I was a completely different person in junior high. I was included in the annoying popular kids group. I know; it's terrible. My girlfriend (does she really count in junior high?) of two years was popular, and I was as well by association. But then, a few months before we broke up, I realized that we really didn't like each other more than friends. So, was I supposed to stay her friend and hang out with the other annoying, privileged kids or find a completely new set of friends? I decided to go with the latter, and eighth grade year was a bitch. I had a core group  of solid friends... in basically none of my classes. That is when I realized who my new (and now incredible awesome) friends are.

So, in junior high, my day consisted of being someone that I am not. I sat at a lunch table with kids I hated. There was a new girl who sat at that table as well who never said anything. Now, she is one of my really good friends. We were both squeezed into a mold that did not fit. Now, I have a great life. I can honestly and easily say that this year has been the best year ever. I have great, steadfast, truly awesome friends that I can be myself around. And two of them are the reason that I am blogging.

Following their example, I set up this blog. I am writing to vent to someone. While I do have great friends, I am listener, not a talker. I know that they would listen, that isn't the problem; I just never feel ok letting things out. So, I have decided to write them on here. I doubt that this will stay anonymous for long, but you never know. This safe haven of the internet might be just what I need...

High Ho, Let's Go

So yeah, here we go again. Two basically pointless blog posts in one day, but hey, this is my blog. My little corner (corner makes me feel like I am not randomly being unread in the middle) of the internet. So, I have been debating on whether to include names and detailed personal scenarios in this blog or leave everything anonymous. I think I will choose the latter. If people I know read this blog, they would know who it is. Not many teenage guys have the nickname Steinsburg or an affinity with John Steinbeck.

So, this post kind of turned into just an introduction for another post instead of an actual post. Hmm, maybe I should add a witty phrase here...

Or maybe I should make it a habit to end all of my posts with ellipses... That ellipsis wasn't needed; I just added it for dramatic efffeeeeeeeeeecccccccctt...

So yeah, here's the first post.

So yeah, here is my blog. I think it is pretty nifty right now. But then again, it only has one post on it. While writing this post, I am trying to figure out where I want this blog to go. Am I making it a personal diary of teen angst and bad grades, or will I make it an extravaganza of witty jokes? I don't know yet, but I am leaning towards witty jokes about my teen angst. Either that or just YouTube videos of laughing babies and dads getting hit with baseballs in the groin. I guess I will just see where it goes. But, I could do witty jokes about dads getting hit in the groin by angst ridden teenage sons...