Innaugural posting

Here I am, finally jumping into the world of blogging, a realm where anyone with a laptop is afforded a cyber soapbox from which they can rant about whatever they desire and assume people from all over the world give two shits about what they have to say.

I guess I'm one of those people. Damn.

As I begin my last winter break, possibly ever, I find myself sleeping those long hours that college kids only dream of during the term and yet have no idea where my days go. Not only that, with the waking hours I do have, I find myself wondering how the hell I've A) accumulated so many random, useless books that I never intend to read again over the course of three-and-a-half years at a northeastern liberal arts school, and B) why the hell I even bother selling them for, more often than not, less than ten dollars a pop. Buying books at full price and then selling them for nothing at all. I may have only taken one macro class my entire college career, but I still know that this is poor economics. Oh well, desperate times of a broke college student call for desperate measures I suppose...

Winter break isn't all bad though. While global warming has in recent years deprived us of White Christmas conditions, this year we've been blessed with snow by the metric buttloads. It's nice in a sentimental sense, even for me, an apathetic white kid from rural New Hampshire who hasn't really gotten so jolly in recent holiday seasons. Though, I will say, driving from Boston the other day was rather nightmarish, and could have been lethal had I not had an empty coffee cup and the audacity to use it, cupful by cupful, to relieve nature's call whilst driving 35 mph on I-93. The snow has given me the opportunity to enjoy one of my newest passions: snowshoeing. And I know what you're thinking, that "passion" is a pretty strong word to describe an activity that pits man against nature, with man wearing ridiculous tennis racket-like contraptions on his feet. Clearly, even if man were to win this epic battle, nature gets the last laugh: no one dressed nature up like that. But seriously, I know it sounds kind of lame, but there's really nothing more peaceful than being out in the middle of the woods in the snow. There are few, if any, birds to break the silence, allowing one to get some good, old-fashioned self-reflection done. And, there are endorphines which are nice, too. Word.

In any case, I need to move on with my day and off of the couch sitting here next to my brother who is also on his laptop, videochatting with some hottie with blue eyes. I will leave you with this Youtube (Political) Clip of the Day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEouauH_mIw

Yes, Ron Paul, I want to bet every cent in my pocket that you're a stupid old bastard.