{let me explain.} *offers explaination*
every fallen star.
"Such an odd title for a blog," they say, "Such an odd title in general..." they say.
Well, my friend. If you think it is an odd anything, than you do not know me.
I am the definition of odd.
& i am proud of it.
As for the reason of the blog title, i just as well save that for a rainy day...so untill then, it will keep all the wheels turning inside that brain of yours, wondering what it means...or if, in fact, it means anything at all.
In all actually honesty, this is not really a blog post... i have nothing witty or in depth to say about fluffy bipolar polar bears...nutritional zero calorie fat free foods....or raising adorable screaming children... no. nothing like that.
& since were in the light of being honest, i have had this blog for about...4...working on 5 years now.
Not the actual blog, "every fallen star."...but the account, the blogger, the means of creating one... its all been at fingertips length.
"Why did you wait until just now?" you ask...
..I was afraid you would ask that.
You see, a few days ago as i stumbled abroad multiple piles of my readily used middle school notebooks, i began scanning through them, finding anything worth salvaging. Long and behold, i came across a written agreement i made with myself back in 2012 {when this blog was hereby established} that in 2015 i would start an actual blog. If i calculated this right, i was merely a fresh 15 when i wrote that...somehow thinking that in 4 years i would have grown in wisdom and wittiness enough to withhold peoples interests on a longshotted blog.
i honestly dont know what i was thinking.
But atlas, it is 2016...not '15. In someways i feel as if i let my 15yr old self down, in the fact that i waited so long to actually get this thing going...but then again, i think my 15yr old self would accept my halfway apology and move on, knowing that i actually probably saved myself from public embarrassment had i started this blog a year or more ago.
All that to say, even if i only get 1/2 a reader, who reads 32.87 words on this blog every 164 days, i owe it to myself to write... to write about unthinkable thoughts, to write about whole hearted analogies, to write about backbreaking adventures... to write about life.
Bare with me, as i embark on this journey of blogging...&especially considering the very true fact that i cannot spell... may spell check be my best friend as i begin.
"Such an odd title for a blog," they say, "Such an odd title in general..." they say.
Well, my friend. If you think it is an odd anything, than you do not know me.
I am the definition of odd.
& i am proud of it.
As for the reason of the blog title, i just as well save that for a rainy day...so untill then, it will keep all the wheels turning inside that brain of yours, wondering what it means...or if, in fact, it means anything at all.
In all actually honesty, this is not really a blog post... i have nothing witty or in depth to say about fluffy bipolar polar bears...nutritional zero calorie fat free foods....or raising adorable screaming children... no. nothing like that.
& since were in the light of being honest, i have had this blog for about...4...working on 5 years now.
Not the actual blog, "every fallen star."...but the account, the blogger, the means of creating one... its all been at fingertips length.
"Why did you wait until just now?" you ask...
..I was afraid you would ask that.
You see, a few days ago as i stumbled abroad multiple piles of my readily used middle school notebooks, i began scanning through them, finding anything worth salvaging. Long and behold, i came across a written agreement i made with myself back in 2012 {when this blog was hereby established} that in 2015 i would start an actual blog. If i calculated this right, i was merely a fresh 15 when i wrote that...somehow thinking that in 4 years i would have grown in wisdom and wittiness enough to withhold peoples interests on a longshotted blog.
i honestly dont know what i was thinking.
But atlas, it is 2016...not '15. In someways i feel as if i let my 15yr old self down, in the fact that i waited so long to actually get this thing going...but then again, i think my 15yr old self would accept my halfway apology and move on, knowing that i actually probably saved myself from public embarrassment had i started this blog a year or more ago.
All that to say, even if i only get 1/2 a reader, who reads 32.87 words on this blog every 164 days, i owe it to myself to write... to write about unthinkable thoughts, to write about whole hearted analogies, to write about backbreaking adventures... to write about life.
Bare with me, as i embark on this journey of blogging...&especially considering the very true fact that i cannot spell... may spell check be my best friend as i begin.
Comments
Interestingly enough, in my very first ever blog post, I also felt the need to mention that I can't spell. Google has been my very best friend in that regard. When my spell checker is baffled, Google always seems to know what I mean.
Also, I have some family members who gleefully point out every time I say prosaic instead of prozac. :-D