Caveat Lector

Well, with two days and 10 miles down, this is actually looking a little bit hopeful. Granted, the countdown gadgets seem to hate me with a passion, but that's a minor problem. As I was walking today, I thought that I should probably note what kind of blog this is going to be before anyone gets too involved with it.

This is not going to be a happy blog, though it will probably have happy moments. It's not going to be a sad blog either, although it's likely to have abundances of that as well. I don't plan on linking to every nifty little thing I find here, though if something is absolutely, life-changingly, outstanding I probably will.

This is just going to be my thoughts about whatever. For the past several months (9 and 4 days, but who's counting?) I have been trying to distract myself with every means I could find. I played video games, hung out with friends, wrote, sang, just about everything I could think of to keep myself from actually thinking. Since my mind was one of about 3 attributes of myself I like(hair, and leg strength being the other two), this was a bit stupid of me. So, having gotten my head minorly cleared in recent days, I'm trying to take steps to get out of the fuzzy muck I've been in for the past while.

Be warned that I have a tendency to try "attention seeking" behavior. So, if I'm retardedly depressed some days as I'm writing, it's about an even chance that I'm actually fine and just want someone to pay attention to me. This little aspect of my personality deserves its own post some day, but that day isn't today. I would, however, appreciate people calling me out when they see it so I can do it a bit less.

The one thing that I especially am trying to do is be just completely, brutally honest about what I'm thinking and feeling. I'm not going to put on the Christian Happy Face(tm) here like I do on Facebook. This is going to be the spot where I articulate when I hate God, when I am in absolute ecstacy, when I'm at the verge of suicide (which, so far, has come around at finals time every semester except my first here), or whatever else I'm actually like any given day. Thus, the title of the post, "Caveat Lector," Reader Beware.

And, if I haven't scared you off yet, maybe you'll stick around for tomorrow's post. I'm hoping to write about the "Middling Life," and boy, would Aristotle be mad.