Welcome to the first post of my fourth blog that I have ever
had the pleasure of Pontificating on. (That means talking unnecessarily, using big words)
I hope you enjoy the short amount of time you will be spending on here.
I also hope you will not be disturbed by my randomness.
I will mostly be blogging about... Anything, and/or everything.
eg. My life.
College life. (Not the same as my life, as college has taken away my own free will, so they think...)
Reviews on good restaurants.
Good music.
Cookies.
To be, or not to be.
The economy.
Failing classes.
God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.
My new favorite guns and knives.
My best killing spree on Halo. (Don't expect much)
etc...
Ixnay on politics, fyi.

So anyway, my name is Doran, I am 5'11", and you don't give a ----.
For today's topic, we will be discussing what possessed me to actually start writing again.
Well, it all started this morning, at 7:34 am central time.
After having woken up at 7:00, I had gone to the "Dining hall"
to have a lame breakfast of highly processed corn flour shaped into little squares,
coated with highly processed heart attack inducing sugar, and drowned with
pasteurized and homo-genized 2% milk. It was soggy.
As I poked at it disgustedly with a bent spoon, I thought to myself: "Ugh."
Little did I know this was the first thought of not too many that
would lead me to boring you with this blog.
So after I had finished gagging down "breakfast" I hurried on to class.
Now, to set things straight, this particular class is a very good one.
It actually requires some effort, and thought.
Unfortunately, it is at 8:00 am, long before my vitals are functioning,
and the coffee has absorbed into my system.
So I can not really remember any of it.
So there I sat, in the midst of thirty-something other fellow sufferers of iniquity,
listening to something about the woman at the well,
while simultaneously writing up ways to fail college with efficiency whilst maintaining dignity, and suddenly I realized I was an idiot.
Took me long enough.
But that has nothing to do with this story.
Anyway, as my mind wondered around on anything but the current topic in class,
I remembered that I used to enjoy writing. Before college. Before responsibilities,
and collection agency notices, and soggy cereal. The good ole' days.
And so, needing some way to let out all the potential literature
getting in the way of my being reprogrammed (So they think), I created this blog. Enjoy.