The beginning of the rest of my life. Cliche but true.

Here I am. Day 1 to the rest of my life. This scene is nearly familiar, the blog that is. Only this time it is without the rules and regulations of the 2011 Japanese Governor's Academy blog, for which I was the main writer. Eh, not that that is important, but it is important to note that I no longer have the pleasure of writing for it, for the Academy is quite over. Which brings me here.
A week and a half later and I am as miserable as can be. Sooner or later, my thoughts will wander to more important matters, such as my impending doom with marching band, my senior year, and, of course, the college application process. Oh joy. For now, however, I may drone on about my state of martyrdom, separated from 37 lovely colleagues in crime. Oh man, such great times, learning Japanese together, eating together, sleeping practically together, living together. People in the world should do things together, in small, bite-sized herds of people they could live the rest of their days with. It wouldn't be so bad. Why can't one person such as myself make such a huge change? To change the concept of community living entirely, that is. That would be fun. Good goal, I think.
I'm too tired to write about JLA. Seems awful selfish too, if you ask me. If you did, that is. But anyways. May I offer another explanation?
Well, despite possessing no special gift and control of the English language, I signed up to take AP Lit as the cherry on my high school career. Part of the summer assignment was to start a blog and get comments on it, so I'm starting a blog and hoping for comments. How utterly generic. That's not the sole reason I speak or type or write now, to save a few shreds of dignity. A third is out of respect for the classroom, a third out of necessity, and a third for the principle of the thing. So there you are.
I'm just going to pretend that readers will hang on to my every word, although a highly unrealistic expectation, just so this is more interesting for me. Why am I blogging? What's the point? I find that question running through my head a lot. But why? I find it rather extraordinarily ordinary that words, very simple words, have powers that are too large to fully grasp. That's what makes it interesting. It's like a Japanese garden I guess, to pull in a dorky metaphor. Any way you look, something goes unseen and one must keep exploring to see everything. Do you think words, communication, literature, whatever, planned that out on purpose? Or is this all just a happy coincidence? Anyways, I will try not to run myself down a rabbit hole thinking too hard about these things.
I enjoy the "power" that one has when creating something with words, a sort of infinite canvas to be affixed with mystical symbols. I mean, hieroglyphics, for one, and don't forget to take a gander at calligraphy. Even the Roman letter system may look just as strange to a foreigner and has the same power as the next great, extinct language. Not that it is or anything. Oh gosh. What am I doing here? xD Not my intention to entirely ramble...
You know, I totally wanted a "normal" blog, with a funny story about my day that seriously threatens to make one pee or something like that. I read a GREAT story on my friend's blog once that was something along those lines and I decided I needed to do that. Alas, I am suck with the plain, "thoughtful" kind, the one where I get run underground by tangents and follow pre-dug wormholes and talk about things that really don't matter on an uncanny level. A curse, I swear. I have just been thinking hard tonight.
Perhaps I need to get sleep and food to my deprived brain and perhaps it will sort out normally so that I am able to return the next day with a lovely or meaningful quip to share. Let's hope for the best. Until next time,
sayoonara!