The Boring One

so OK.

I've got a half an hour until it's officially bedtime for this 17 year old.  I should probably get off in less, but I felt like I should write a blog.  Putting off having to take a shower.  What a necessary hassle.

I've pretended to write a few blogs now, but obviously they haven't gone anywhere.  Still, here I am again.  I know that if I want to get better at something, I need to practice.  And I really don't have the time to be practicing writing like I do over the summer...  I'm a senior, for Pete's sake.  (Have you ever wondered where that phrase originated from?  Who's Pete, anyway?)  I have better things to be doing than sitting in my bedroom for hours and writing things that will never see the light of the outside world.  So I'm blogging.  Close enough, but certainly not as time consuming.

It's still hard to believe that everyone in my class is about to become an adult.  I still remember them from 5th grade, with the glasses that they switched out for contacts or the 2001 haircut that's been updated to a 2009 version.  We're still children.  I honestly don't think that most of them should be considered legal adults.  Maybe in 3 more years, but definitely not now.  They're stupid, they're making stupid decisions.  Do I want them electing my government officials?  Do I want them driving?  Do I want them to be adults?  Heck no.

Yeah, you got me.  This blog is about absolutely nothing.  I still haven't gotten the hang of writing blogs.  I can't make it interesting.  I must lead an ultra-boring life.  Or I just fail at making things appear interesting.  Maybe I should pick a topic before I start writing.  Hmm...  Let me think for a minute.

Nah.  I'll write something interesting tomorrow.  But you can have a pretty picture for the day.  If I can figure that out.

[c] Dain