"Make a blog," they said. "It'll be fun," they said.

I honestly have no idea why I'm doing this.

I'll admit that I'm a lot funnier on the Internet than I am in person. I have so many funny Facebook and Twitter updates, that people often tell me I should start a blog. It'd be funny. Or so they think.

One thing I've learned from my previous blogging experience: keeping up with a blog is hard. Making good content for it is even harder. It's one thing when you can come up with witty one-liners that are less than 140 characters. It's another to write entire humorous essays. I've never been good at writing any kind of essay, and now I have to entertain people with it.



Another thing I've learned throughout my life: I hate talking about myself. Introduction day in speech class - hate it. Giving a personal testimony - hate it. Job interview - hate it. Telling people what I'd like on my sandwich at Subway - somewhat hate it, although I do enjoy their faces when I say, "Enough about me, put whatever you'd want on it." This is exactly why this highly unorthodox inaugural blog post is before you now. Talking about me and my life didn't exactly seem appealing.

This is why I've decided to title my blog "Random Thoughts from My Head." I personally believe it captures the completely random nature that this blog will have. Some days, I'll include humor. Some days, I'll talk about myself. Some days, I'll talk about whatever the heck I'm thinking about when I turn on my computer and open FireFox.

For anyone interested, here's my system:

1. Psych myself up. Open the blog post. Picture the blog post. Be the blog post.

2. Pick a topic. The more off-the-wall, the better.

3. Type. Twenty minutes minimum.

4. Select All. CTRL + A.

5. Delete. Or Backspace.

6. Undo. Because that would just be a waste of my life.

7. Publish. Usually followed by mandatory celebration.

8. Bask in glory. There may or may not be cake and ice cream sandwiches.

9. Correct grammar mistakes. Well, that's embarrassing.

10. Return to basking. Optional celebratory, "WOO."

11. Reread and feel ashamed. Much like hearing your own voice on a recording, reading something you wrote is a traumatic experience.

So that's the general idea. I hope you enjoy this blog and all of the random thoughts from my head that will transfer to my fingers, through the interwebs, and into your optic nerve for your brain to process and evaluate. Of course, when I put it that way, it sounds a lot more painful...