For Carrie.Hannah...

Welcome back everyone.

I'm glad to see you've chosen to join me on another installment of the super awesome, fabulous blog full of questionable content to be enjoyed by an audience of a questionable nature.

It's been quite some time. I suppose I'm back into the realm of literature construction known as writing, seeing as how there actually is a writing program at my university this year. I'm fully unsure of how one chooses a university that has his major...but only sometimes. I have become rusty. I have become lazier than normal and I have seemed to become more of a computer nerd as of late. I suppose there is nothing wrong with any of the aforementioned character traits as long as I've chosen to live my writing-free life in an enjoyable manner. I've found myself partaking in activities lately that I could not say I would normally find myself involved with. For example, the other week I took the advice of a friend and mastered every musical instrument known to man, including the elusive old-timey jug with 3 X's written on it. It produces soul-soothing hymns to calm even the most up-tight nerves. I also found myself kicking names and taking ass much more frequently than before. I've been running up vertical hills at unflagging speeds with no traces of fatigue. I'm even capable of playing my hymn-inducing bottle while doing so.

I've enrolled in a few writing classes this semester. One called Advanced Fiction Writing and one called Writing for Children. Because of this, there should be more writing to come. This writing in question may not produce any intelligent thoughts from the reader and may commonly produce my trademark response of "what the fuck?" However, it's writing and if that's what my audience (right now I think it only consists of a few Fauseys and possibly some rogue UPB students) wants then that's what they might get at a time that does not conflict with my earliest convenience.

R Shark