Weak Justification

There is always so much pressure behind a first blog. The premiere entry that will define this space, justify my reason for being here and for adding to the countless other narcissistic blogs that already exist. I guess I will indulge that notion and explain the title of my blog and why I'm doing this in the first place. Then the first blog will be over.

So, I kept trying to come up with a theme for this blog. I thought of writing a professional blog or a music blog or a stupid girly blog, but every idea I had was overused and just, well, bad. Hence the title. My myspace blog is littered with childish surveys, drunken antics and whatever else I feel like writing. I wanted this blog to invoke some sort of structure in my writing life. Something to aspire to and really concentrate on instead of just plopping something down at an asinine pace. I want to become a better writer and my myspace blog is just assisting me in becoming an entertaining writer. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying I'd like to be a good writer who knows how to entertain.

By the way this is going so far, I can already tell you this is going to have as much structure as a glob of slime. I'm bad at making myself commit to something and then follow through with it. I blame my parents. As a child I was allow to quit absolutely nothing. Not anything and not ever. I took piano lessons for 13 years because I wasn't allowed to quit. I ran track with a case of tendinitis in each of my ankles because I wasn't allowed to quit. I collected over 200 Pez dispensers, a garage full of pig paraphernalia, a million different Peanuts collectible ornaments and countless other heaps of junk, because I wasn't allowed to quit. Now I can't seem to stay with anything. I come up with fantastic new projects that I can't wait to dive into and half-way into them I'm bored, so I quit. Another nod to my title.

Hopefully, I can follow through with this blog and actually tweak my writing skills. I'm not completely convinced, but we'll see...