Tuesday, June 28, 2005

The shallow end...

Ok, so I'm almost out of the jet-lag funk. Almost. I'm still tired. I think it might take until this weekend for it to go away.

My sissa's friend, Tim, is now a blogger. My sister has been shamelessly promoting it, and that's not what this is about. I just want to say: Tim, thank you for making me feel stupid. I do enjoy his site immensely, don't get me wrong. But then I start thinking and I am just ashamed at my lack of knowledge with the news, politics etc. I have some strong opinions about many of these things, but I think I must be a little shallow. Because I get bored with the news. It's always the same, death and stupidity. I wish I could figure out a way to challenge myself to speak intelligently about that sort of stuff...but I don't think I have it in me.

On a totally different note, I think I've come up with a gimmick for a romance novel. The worst part of this is that I thought of it when I had little to no brain power. On the Kennedy, zombie-like on my way back here from Geneva yesterday. I guess next step is to get some plot points down and then go for it. I also heard on that drive that in order to achieve ones "goals in life" you should take five steps toward it each day. I think I'm too sloth-like for five steps, so I'll take one. That was my one for today.

Did anyone else notice that it's only 17 days to Harry Potter? That's two weeks people. Oh man....Ginny + Harry = love. You know, they're what 16? It wouldn't be unheard of for wizards to lose their virginity. What would the world do? I think someone would assassinate J.K. Rowling for tarnishing young minds.


  1. Please tell me that your romance novel idea is not about the characters from the Harry Potter's series gettin' it on.

  2. Frankly, the only reason I started a blog was to see what kind of description I'd get in your links.

  3. This is Chris. I think we should meet up and chill somewhere if you are interested. My mom told me about getting wild in lincoln park and you live really close to the new "spot that I live in." I would call you up if you sent me an email: greatwhitemope@operamail.com