It all started with the most confusing man I've ever met. He was about 5'8" with this great wavy brown hair. That's pretty much all I'm willing to say about him, other than one day he showed me the blog he kept in order to keep in better touch with CIA-owned older brother. From that moment on, I wanted one...and within about a month and a half, I got one. As soon as I did though, I realized that I had very little interest in expressing what I had to say. After all, I am by no means a writer, and by every means a painter.
Aside from all that, did you know that the majority of bloggers and tech/internet savvy are teenage girls between the ages of 13 and 18? They like to create those glitter things that say cheesy things and blink and dance on myspace.com profiles.
Also, in case anyone was wondering, what had happened in Cronin's postmodern lit class was a classmate of mine picked his nose and ate the booger. It's really not a new concept. 5 year old kids do it all the time. I assume that booger is something of an acquired taste--why else would Bertie Bott make a bean that flavor?
The last thing I would like to mention is that I have a great appreciation for Aaron McGruder's The Boondocks, 1) because he is a Marylander, 2) sometimes he does actually have a point, and 3) I think he's kinda funny. Case in point:
It is relatively reminiscent of Provo, isn't it?
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