22.26

Technically today marks the start of the third week of college. I say technically because while it is a Monday and the start of a new week, we have school off for Columbus Day. I have no idea why it's an actual holiday, we don't give any presents to loved ones and there's no grand moral to be had (ex: Thanksgiving = giving thanks [gee, that was hard to figure out]). Some guy kinda sorta discovered America. And he gets a holiday? I don't recall a Nikola Tesla Day or Thomas Edison Day, or shoot even a Sir Isaac Newton Day. I think it's extremely unfair, but alas, I am grateful for not having to go to school today. Wednesday when everyone asks each other, "What did you do over the weekend?" I'll get to sarcastically say with a perky little smile, "I contracted bronchitis! How was your weekend?"

My poor aching, burning lungs. Not to mention I look like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. I must say though, my bronchitis had impeccable timing. I got sick on a 3-day weekend not to mention I have no class on Friday (when I got it) or Tuesday. I did not get sick in the middle of a very busy school week. So I have to give it props for that.

It's mildly ironic; my brother felt sick last week (it lasted a day for him the lucky duck) and was concerned about getting everyone else sick. I arrogantly said he wouldn't get me sick and it's like the illness said, "Challenge accepted." It promptly abandoned him and attacked me a few days later. At least I'm on the mend, so I should be able to go to class (cross your fingers folks!).

And here endeth the shortest blog post I have ever composed.

Until next time this is the Amazon Artiste signing off.

The Ink Blot -- hitRECord

I know there are a lot of writers out there. Some budding some, well, not budding. I'm a writer too. I wouldn't call myself a budding writer, I've been doing this since... Okay the typical answer would be "since before I can remember" but I want to give an atypical answer. Problem is I don't remember when I started writing stories. I do remember when I started writing down anything that came to mind though, and that was all the way back to age 7. I've been writing for 15 years. That's a long darn time! As stated in "22.2" I have not published anything. That isn't to say I haven't anything to show for 15 years in the art of writing.

This is not my first blog.It is the first one I've taken seriously, but it's actually number 8 or 9. The others are pretty much shut down for life. They're still up and readable by some poor, unfortunate soul. But they shall never again be updated. I've already got this baby all figured out (I have a notepad sitting next to me with this blog's directory). I've written (once) for my college newspaper (and yes, that article was published, so technically "22.2" lied). I've written for school, tutored, edited, and blogged my brains out. And then I discovered a site where I can take my creativity seriously, and everyone else takes it seriously too.