Borderline Cool: Summertime

Texas sunset on a relatively cool evening. Good to be home.

Borderline Creepy: The University Union

 For my first real post, we will take an oddly long trip into my chaotic mind. It was none other than average day of the University Union at Cal Poly, where I attend school. And, sometimes, average becomes readable.

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The University Union

I originally saw her from across the University Union, the inside part. It’s where I go when I want to nap, study, or read in between classes. It’s kind of an escape. In the UU, you get to see a diverse population of Cal Poly. You get to see those out of your mundane and daily routine. There is defiantly something special about the UU, or really any populated public location, really, that makes me feel a part of something bigger. But this story is not about something bigger. It’s about something really personal, something that your share with only those closest to you. But, like that time in the UU that day, I am feeling brave, and so, today, you can all be those people closest to me.

An Intoduction

So I have been contemplating starting a blog for a while now. There is something about the chance to express your thoughts about whatever niche of the world you live in that is pretty cool. I was hesitant, of course, at the thought that I might construe myself as a hipster, an intelligent writer, or someone with something extraordinary to say. But I suppose that is the beauty of blogs. The idea that everyone has something to say, that every life is unique yet shares commonalities, and that people are curious enough to know that they are not alone in a world that can be scary. That is pretty cool.

But here I am, already getting sappy. On with the show.

Within the blogging world, of course, you can find religious posts, travel updates, political tirades, and daily too-long-to-fit-in-140-characters-or-less Twitter-like updates. Hopefully my blog will be one of those that is the appropriate combination of the above. There are those blogs that strike a chord, and while I doubt my writing, thinking, or lifestyle is all that impressive or interesting, I think people could use a bit of an average point of view to read up on.

My writing schedule is nonexistent. My writing style is all-too conversational. And my grammar is poor. I hope that through all of this you can keep up in what will be some strange commentary on the fine line I try to walk.