The First

My first post,

I'm taking a break from my Homework, getting distracted again.

It's nothing new.

Every time it's something new, I can never stay focused. The internet is like a box of shiny objects, and I'm just a crow who has no idea what to do with it all, but I have to peck at every piece anyways.

Anyways. I don't want to write poetry, although I've tried. No doubt that has distracted me from a task at some point also. I don't even want to blog, but at the moment that seems to be my poison of the now. I wish I were smarter, a better writer, someone who can capture someone's attention, and entice them to continue reading down the page. All the way to the end, they would read every word, and I could be sitting here, not doing my homework, but still making a difference.

 I wish, but that won't help it happen. Instead of my wish, I am ranting. It is not likely that anyone will ever be reading this blog, even to this point, but that's fine. now I can say what I want.

Today my best friend left. He came to my dorm yesterday and spent the night, we had a great time. My roommate felt uncomfortable with him, because he has a tendency to be irritating and immature towards certain people. Today, before he left, we set up speakers facing outside the windows, and my friend talked to everyone who walked by. The reactions were sometimes funny, sometimes hostile, but usually people just ignored him. I filmed much of this with my camera, but then my roommate and his girlfriend walked by, and they didn't look happy. Giggling and snickering, we though of things to say to the couple as they walked by, but it didn't matter; nothing we though of made them laugh, they actually looked more and more frustrated and the moment was killed. We cleaned up, and my friend left.

Now my roommate and I just had a talk about my friend, and I got to hear all of the reasons that he is upset. Some were valid reasons, but most, in my opinion were him being too sensitive. I guess, looking back, I shouldn't have let him sleep in my roommates bed in just his underwear; behind me I see he has already stripped the bed and washed the sheets.