I was reading gvendolyn.net a few days ago, and something she wrote in one of her rants stood out to me. "I know it is important because there are no explosions going off in my head. Explosions fade, gone the next day. This is a smoldering ember. It's going to grow." On my first post of this little train wreck, I was excited. I had zeal. I was sorta pissed and definately angsty. I knew what I had to do and I wrote it all down and started to do something. After a couple of days, I just didn't care.

There was an explosion. It has faded. All that's left is this stale aftermath of a blog site instead of my quirky photoshops and few sentance nonesense rants. I want them back. I really do. I'm reasonably sure that anyone who is reading this would rather have the old way back. It is coming, don't worry. This whole experience has taught me a few things already. One, I hate blogging. My life is numbingly boring. I remember a few years back I tried to keep a journal. The same outcome resulted. It only served to remind me just how dull this little existence of mine is. Granted, it's nothing I'm too upset about, it's just something I don't like waved in front of my face--especially by my own hand. I have learned that I like making stuff up. Short stories with no real point to them. I have learned that forcing myself to update everyday is a nuisance, but something I like knowing I can accomplish.

Yeah, I could go on but I'd just bore you further. The point is, the explosion is gone and the dust clouds are just about settled. I'm bored of this and you're (probably) bored of this. I will, however, finish all 25 updates. Why? Because I'm stubborn and stick to my plans no matter how bad they are in hindsight. So, enjoy the crapfest I churn out over the next ten days...or don't. Probably don't.

Meh.