Tedious Introspection

Well, it's definitely been awhile, folks. I just felt like updating here (which will hopefully happen a little more frequently once school starts again). Those of you who have read my first entry are familiar with my philosophy of blogs as an outlet for confessions, so here's a good one for you: I confess that I feel compelled to make each post a masterpiece of literary precision, a magnum opus of mind-boggling revelation. I've actually started several posts and given up completely because they weren't turning out just right. The more I think about this, the sillier-- and more prideful-- it seems. I'd like to share more of my heart and less of my vocabulary (although I've already screwed up by using magnum opus). I figure that my friends will love me typos and all, and are more interested in my life than my literary prowess. On the flip side, my language is a big part of who I am, so I'll warn you now that some archaic and probably useless words are bound to crop up in the course of my ramblings. I ask for a little grace -- actually, a lot of grace. Actually, I'm not quite sure where this whole tangent is going, so perhaps it's best if I end it abruptly.