11 Days

I seem to have hit a dry spell when it comes to inspiration for topics. That's not to say that I don't have a million things swimming in my mind that I'll gladly discuss with anyone passing, it's just that... well, I suppose they aren't as easily put to paper as I'd hoped.

Blogging is hard.

Actually, that's a bold-faced lie. Blogging is simple. Hell, political blogging is easier than breathing, and that's why I'll avoid it. For now.

I'd considered putting all of my personal, religious, and political beliefs in my blog. Not because I want to preach (that would imply caring), but just to simplify the scores of conversations I have about this crap with new friends. Okay, we get it, you're a hard-core republican/democrat/socialist/retard. Wait, I'm fairly sure those last two overlap a bit (Well, I guess the second and fourth do as well, but I'm not currently standing on my soap box, so you won't get a diatribe out of me!).

Imagine the situation: "So George, what do you think about a woman's right to choose?" Instead of an articulated response, I could just respond with, "Read page two, paragraph three. The last sentence is particularly moving. Get back to me when you've checked my sources." Tada. I'd ask, "and your opinion?" but then we end up at that old chestnut of "caring" again.

I'll write out my entire personal beliefs system, put my own spin on it, and make sure people always keep in mind MY feelings when making decisions around me. I'll separate it into books. Then chapters. Maybe even verses. It's new and it's bold, but I think I can get a few blind followers. I could be like David Koresh! Give me a gaggle of mentally questionable Texans, and I'm SET.

Or not. People in Vegas don't really understand half of "them SAT wurds" anyway, so I'm guessing a long-winded assessment of transubstantiation would be lost on them. Pity, because they're so pretty. Side note: I've actually lowered my standards since I've moved out here, as I've come to the conclusion that Vanderbilt was my last shot at being surrounded by throngs of intelligent, beautiful women. I was spoiled. I didn't know people in the real world scored lower than 1300 on their SATs and weren't fluent in a second language.

Anyway, I've rambled enough for the day. There really is absolutely no point to this entry whatsoever, and I'm about to go down to The Strip and drink margaritas out of a giant plastic football. Don't knock it til you've tried it!