A Whole Lot of Nothing Written Here
It's coming up on midnight on this Saturday night. I wasn't sure what to do with my time, so I did what I always do when I'm feeling this way, go online and poke around. I didn't plan on starting a blog. And now that I did, I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it. Or keep up with it. This is an entirely new experience for me. I'm not very comfortable with the idea of posting all my personal thoughts and feelings for the whole world to see. (Yeah, right, the "whole world" is going to be reading about MY fascinating life.)
But, do you see my dilemma? Unless I'm writing what's nearest to my heart, what's truly in my thoughts, how I'm really feeling...then why bother writing at all? Yet, is it really a good idea to expose myself in that way? Of course, there's always the option of using a pseudonym and omitting identifying details in my posts. So, as long as you think that my name is Audrey Brunelle, and that I live on a Montana ranch, my privacy is assured.
I always liked the name, "Audrey", but I notice that whenever I tell people that, a pained expression spreads across their face--one which reveals an immediate reaction of, "euw!"
How do you spell, "euw", anyway? Usually when I can't spell a word, I just substitute it. Like in this instance, I would typically change "euw" into something like, "ick", but since it's a Saturday night, I've decided to be bold. And now you know...Margie (um, I mean, "Audrey") doesn't know how to spell the word, "euw"! If I'm going to continue blogging on a regular basis, I'd better make dictionary.com my dearest friend. I have a feeling we're going to be spending a lot of time together.
Did I really just write four full paragraphs with absolutely no content? In doing so, I've just created the perfect opportunity to toss the ubiquitous cliche, "Well, there goes 15 minutes of my life that I'll never get back!" (If you're onto me, you're aware that I just wanted to impress you by using a big word. I'm hoping it makes up for my "euw" incompetency.)
When I sat at this blank page, I wasn't sure what topic to start out with. I'm still not sure. I don't feel like I started yet. All I did was type. No thinking involved.
Anyway, just so this entry isn't a total waste of my night, I thought I'd spend a few minutes with my new best friend--dictionary.com, of course--and learn the correct spelling of the word, "euw". But, in order to do so, I had to type the word into the search box. How can I type it in, if I don't know how to spell it?
My efforts weren't totally in vain, though. I did learn that EUW is an acronym for End-User Workstation, and also for European Union of Women.
Now, let's assess what I've accomplished here tonight:
1--I learned a couple of useless acronyms.
2--I discovered that I'm capable of creating acres of text--of actual formed sentences--without saying anything at all.
3--It occurred to me that if this is how I spend my Saturday night, I probably ought to get a real life.
4--Most importantly, I've produced a cure for all you Saturday night insomniacs out there--my boring blog. It worked for me...ZZZzzzzzzzzz
But, do you see my dilemma? Unless I'm writing what's nearest to my heart, what's truly in my thoughts, how I'm really feeling...then why bother writing at all? Yet, is it really a good idea to expose myself in that way? Of course, there's always the option of using a pseudonym and omitting identifying details in my posts. So, as long as you think that my name is Audrey Brunelle, and that I live on a Montana ranch, my privacy is assured.
I always liked the name, "Audrey", but I notice that whenever I tell people that, a pained expression spreads across their face--one which reveals an immediate reaction of, "euw!"
How do you spell, "euw", anyway? Usually when I can't spell a word, I just substitute it. Like in this instance, I would typically change "euw" into something like, "ick", but since it's a Saturday night, I've decided to be bold. And now you know...Margie (um, I mean, "Audrey") doesn't know how to spell the word, "euw"! If I'm going to continue blogging on a regular basis, I'd better make dictionary.com my dearest friend. I have a feeling we're going to be spending a lot of time together.
Did I really just write four full paragraphs with absolutely no content? In doing so, I've just created the perfect opportunity to toss the ubiquitous cliche, "Well, there goes 15 minutes of my life that I'll never get back!" (If you're onto me, you're aware that I just wanted to impress you by using a big word. I'm hoping it makes up for my "euw" incompetency.)
When I sat at this blank page, I wasn't sure what topic to start out with. I'm still not sure. I don't feel like I started yet. All I did was type. No thinking involved.
Anyway, just so this entry isn't a total waste of my night, I thought I'd spend a few minutes with my new best friend--dictionary.com, of course--and learn the correct spelling of the word, "euw". But, in order to do so, I had to type the word into the search box. How can I type it in, if I don't know how to spell it?
My efforts weren't totally in vain, though. I did learn that EUW is an acronym for End-User Workstation, and also for European Union of Women.
Now, let's assess what I've accomplished here tonight:
1--I learned a couple of useless acronyms.
2--I discovered that I'm capable of creating acres of text--of actual formed sentences--without saying anything at all.
3--It occurred to me that if this is how I spend my Saturday night, I probably ought to get a real life.
4--Most importantly, I've produced a cure for all you Saturday night insomniacs out there--my boring blog. It worked for me...ZZZzzzzzzzzz
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