It's Just Not a Homework Night

I've been having a hard time getting into my homework this evening. Not that this is very different from other evenings, except that apparently the feeling is so bad tonight, that I'm willing to blog for the first time in months. I've been thinking about starting posting with a bit more regularity for a while now, a lot of my friends (oh yes, I have friends now! It's really been that long since a substantial update, I think) have tumblrs or wordpresses or some such things. Those are great, I'm sure, I tend to check my friends' pages every day, but I really don't want to go through the trouble of setting up a new account and finding people to friend or follow or whatnot, so I figure I'll write here, even though my 10th grade venting posts are only a page or two deep. That might be good motivation, actually. The more I write, the further down those embarrassing things sink, yes? Note to past self: Arrested Development was canceled, but there's still hope for a movie! Keep the dream alive, high school Andy!

I suppose I could use this space to help hone my critical voice. I consume a lot of entertainment, always have, as the title of the blog suggests, and I tend to have thoughts jumbled in my head afterwords. Always good to have a space to force me to articulate the problems I had with this week's Glee or why I think The Scottsboro Boys should find a wider audience, but can't. Plus, bloggers who gain influence sometimes get free stuff, and isn't that why people do anything? It's half the reason I joined Twitter! (That hasn't payed off yet, although I have won several things in Facebook contests). At any rate, it's clear that a lot of "This is what I did today" posts won't be interesting to anyone, not even me (hence, my dropping of regular posting after a week in 9th grade), so perhaps I need a goal or a deadline or something to strive towards? I'm not sure. I should probably come up with something if I don't want this particular post to sit at the top for another 17 months like my last post.

Well, this was ramble-y and disconnected, apologies on that front. I've successfully killed a bit of time, at least, so that's good. Y'all don't be strangers, y'hear? (Not sure why I do the weird southern thing sometimes. I hope it's not condescending.)