A Confession

Yes I know - its been about 2 months since I wrote anything new. My friends keep asking me what happened; my sister (ever the optimist) still checks my blog everyday and turns away in disgust when she sees the same old entry from July. I have tried several times to write something new...but...(and here's the confession, so brace yourselves...) - this city just ain't that funny. There, I said it.

When I started my blog, I had no real plan but one guiding philosophy - that it was going to be funny, or at least anything but depressing. But, surprisingly, I've found that its been a struggle to come up with anything funny to write about here...I mean, sure, I could write about the soliloquies of the homeless, or what its like to find myself living with my parents again...but neither of those things are really funny. And no sooner would I begin writing about one or the other, then I would stop and gaze unhappily at the words I had written, watching my sentiments descend into whiny complaints - and that, as I'm sure you'd agree, is never funny.

And so here I am, with my confession...and with a proposal - to travel back in time. To travel back to a happier, funnier place, where nothing ever happened the way you wanted it to...where thoughts of murder crossed your mind almost daily...where getting a signature was a triumph worthy of a meal that cost more than a dollar...but where you smiled your way through it all, content in the knowledge that it would make for great ammunition to write about one day. Yes, we're going back to JNU.