Welcome, all dear friends.
Whenever I’m struck dumb trying to find the right way to begin a piece of writing, which is every fucking time, I take comfort in the words of my old pal Ernest Hemingway. The marvelous old drunk once said, “the first draft of anything is shit.” At least, I read online somewhere, probably on some tumblr, that he said that. Keeping in mind that not everything I write has to be gorgeously profound takes a lot of the pressure off. But since this is the first time I’m offering up my writing for the general population of the internet to see, I’m experiencing some pretty killer nerves. My innermost thoughts are no longer tucked safely away in the “writing” folder on my desktop, and I am no longer the only living being who reads them. Suddenly the concepts of rejection and failure have become terrifyingly real, so I could use all reassurance from classic dead writers I can get. (Seamus Heaney, come tell me it’ll be okay.)
Despite the irrational feeling of risk, I’ve decided to throw myself at this blog thing, and by extension you, by reading this. And I’d like to thank you for at least skimming the first of many attempts at witty ramblings that we will post about our lives in college. If you’re inspired to come back, you can enjoy countless musings such as, How much Netflix is too much Netflix, and, How crunchy can my snack be before it’s too loud to be eaten in the quiet room of the library? and, What do my posters say about me? Are the selections from the University sponsored poster sale too mainstream? If Marilyn Monroe and Muhammad Ali’s faces are going to be all over everyone else’s walls, do I really want them on mine??
And do not fret, there will other material to peruse that is not us frantically questioning the legitimacy of our every move. We will also be sharing (perhaps forcing upon you) the latest books, movies, and albums that have radically changed our lives, as we experience personal revolutions fairly often. When life gets boring, we like to delve into some new idea that challenges the very way we live and think and catapults us into existential uncertainty and mayhem. It’s a blast! And we’ll be passing that mayhem onto you, you lucky sons of bitches. Recently we, (and by “we” I mean Hann) have thrown ourselves into fabulous lifestyles of yoga and meditation, and just last year we decided to try out feminism. Because why not?
I’m Julie, by the way, and I hope, dear reader, that you will consider checking up on my roommate and I as we continue to post and satirize about these, the supposed “best days of our lives”. Before coming to school I always thought that “best overall” was a big promise to make about four year of school, but it’s 5 p.m. on this lovely Saturday and I’ve hardly left my bed. So these glory days can be rather glorious. Join us, won’t you?