First of all, let me say that the extent of my blogging knowledge comes from the movie Julie and Julia and perusing some random peoples’ blogs.  So yes, I do know what I’m doing.  (It has something to do with cooking, right?)

I’m not sure this is the best time to start a blog, though.  I’m terrible at cooking and I’m not passing through any kind of catalyst in my life.  This is more of an excuse to not do my psychology homework.  Why do I do this to myself?  I’ll have to study eventually and I know that by not doing it now I’ll be missing out Prime Sleep Time, not to mention my subconscious’ interpretation of what I did that day.  (It tripped out a pretty good dream last night about a buffalo eating ho ho’s.  Could be a biblical reference to Joseph’s dream, which probably means I will be undergoing a serious ho ho famine for the next few years.  I’d better stock up…)

But procrastinating is part of who I am.  I don’t think I can change my basic nature.  I am unable to focus on anything except literature for any length of time.  Starting this blog was probably a mistake because I doubt it will have more than two entries:  This one, and something about the new Harry Potter movie and how it didn’t live up to my expectations, which have risen so high they’ve been launched into orbit.  My faithful followers (my parents and my dog) will be bummed at my inability show any signs of consistency, and I will be bummed that I squandered such a brilliant homework-avoidance mechanism.  Ah, well.

My tentative goal is to write a little every day.  Even if it is the equivalent of sending a letter that is really a piece of used gum folded up in a napkin, I will write something.  It could be like keeping a diary, except less private and more inconvenient. 

Here’s a shout out to my siblings, who probably don’t have time to read this, and to anyone who has pinkeye.  I feel your pain.  Also to anyone who has ever tripped on the same object/ledge/crack twice in the same day.  And to people who have barely written to their missionary cousins.  (Cousins are supposed to love you anyway, right?  RIGHT?!?) 

Advice of the day:  Stock up on ho ho’s.  I have a bad feeling about that buffalo thing…

-Sara