Lights on

Good thing I have an alias, because if my friends found out I had a blog I would have every possible discouragement short of tomatoes booing me off the stage. There is some sort of negative stigma against sharing thought, which is slightly troublesome in an age of such broad information technology. Perhaps, like everything else pleasant and good, it's considered 'nerdy'. Well I finally gave in when I had to read 1984 for the first time for an English project, and Winston talks about having a running monologue for nobody to hear. Well, I have no creeper Big Brother to hide from, so instead of sneaking off in a corner I can post this in a public forum to other people who don't fear free expression. I promise I won't use this is my own extended version of twitter, blabbing on about menial pointless things that happened throughout the day that makes you whiz right by my newborn baby blog before you've read two words. Believe it or not, I'm not afraid to share my (gasp!) thoughts and feelings with bold honesty. Lies and euphemisms act only to postpone truth and happiness, so I'll get strait to the point.

Speaking of which... sorry everyone, but Keeping Up With the Kardashians is like bulimia for the mind. Why would you do such a thing to yourself?