What?

Hello, I’m a high school student who writes a blog. I think diaries are a waste of time, but flicking through the pages are easier than digging into the deep dark archives of your brain and discovering nothing but slime. I really did not like the notion of sitting down and writing in a notebook for half an hour each day. I could be doing things in that half hour. Well, explore more of teh intertubez anyway. So I decided to make a blog, which is just writing a diary on the internet. Therefore, I can write my diary while surfing the web. Now, my infallible logic believes that this is the most efficient way of writing a diary, from my personal routine and habits, at least.

I enjoy watching films. Films, movies, whatever. I post my review here. Hopefully, offering insightful analysis. Or just plain smashing trashing thrashing of the film I hate, or just wallowing in a lake of pure adoration of a film I love.

My writing, as you can see from some of my longer posts especially my film reviews, is quite disjointed, I hope you can bear with me.

Maybe I’ll fill in more information on a whim. This blog is a product of my whims. Whims can be quite intriguing. Though, I find my whims very befuddling. Whims often get me into a right kerfuffle.

I always think about stabbing myself in the eye. It’s not like any self-mutilation thing, I just want to stab myself in the eye when I do anything stupid (kind of like a facepalm) or I get angry or I’m watching an inexplicably bad movie. But I’ve only got two eyes, so I rarely if ever do this. When I do not have a knife, I often *facepalm*, except I wear glasses, so usually I refrain from facepalming or my lenses get all greasy.

I would like to create two sites, The Garden and Deck Chair and The Iron Gate and Padded Cell, sites for optimists and pessimists, respectively. However, I don’t have that much time to maintain all these utterly disinteresting blogs, therefore, those ideas are on hold indefinitely. I’m only telling you because I thought of the names first.

One Halloween, I’d like to dress up as a quirky artist. White t-shirt, worn under a paint (and/or blood, depends if I want to go as a quirky serial murder artist) splattered oversized blue dress shirt, and black jeans. Tousled hair and a beardana, or a Boba Fett balaclava. Any shoes.