What can I say? All my friends are stuck at school and I'm haunting the internet...

First, Chris... I blatantly copied you. No excuse or beating around the bush - I have literally decided to start my own blog for the sole reason that you have one and it's hilarious. (And deep... oh so deep.) Thus - and you may see where this is going - by writing and keeping up my own, I too will become hilarious. It's foolproof, and I'm sure that you'll agree with me when I say the previous statement is complete baloney.
...*cough*

In any case, all nepotism-leaning tendencies of social success via blog aside, hey there! I'm really not as ridiculously pretentious as I might sound right now, but you see... all my friends are still at school. Now, ordinarily in the hip, happenin' town of Wilmington, Delaware, you could possibly see me out on "the town" - risking my life to go bowling (the adrenaline rush that springs out of the mad sprint from your car to the building is enough to keep you high all night), paying a fifth of my paycheck to catch the latest flick, or ... ...
(hang on, i'm thinking.)
Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it's a lot of fun, as well.
See, getting shot / shooting strikes, or breaking the bank at Regal - those are fun things to do with *people*. At the moment, however, my neck of the woods seems to be lacking that particular element. The nice woman at Wawa might enjoy a good ball-toss, but our five minute conversation over our coffee addictions still doesn't warrant a last second invitation to throw down the pins, if you know what I mean. In other words, Indiana University lets its students out wondrously early - which at first prompts "huzzah's" and much celebration in true college style - but about a week into the consequent "family time" and the absent-minded wandering around the house and around town... alone... that celebration starts to turn into, well... almost frustration. "I'm home!" you want to protest to someone - anyone! "I've finally made it back from the Land of Corn and would like to enjoy the spoils of victory with my loyal compatriots... except... they're... not... Here!!"
I've discovered that the dog is an excellent listener, but you can only rant indignantly for so long before she comes to the conclusion that there will not be, most likely, any treat or ball toss in store for her, and leaves.
In any case - the dog is now officially avoiding me, and in stead of playing the crazy person (playing, you ask? who's *playing?*) and talking to myself, I have discovered my good, old friend, "Mr. Internet".

It's either this or I start making high school aged friends.
"What, you can't come over tonight? Well, why not?! Oh. Curfew and AP test. Gotcha."

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Yeah... what you're thinking - I'm thinking. I think.

This could be fun, though - getting in touch with myself on that inner, more personal level. That's how it happens, right? The understanding / deep realization thing? You start a blog?
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