Feeling accomplished, I've decided to enter the world of blogspot. Most likely because I am the absolute conformist of John Knight. Or maybe for some reason I believe switching venues and shunning myspace will make me feel all mature, because, after all, I can almost grow sideburns and I drink coffee now. That's right. Now give me a beret, call me sophisticated, and listen to me with tired eyes in this cyber cafe of a venue; I'll feel a lot better about myself when I wake up.
But all hipness aside, I'm still Grant, and I'm still trying to answer those inevitable (and to somewhat degree, deep) questions with answers we all play around with and mask as substantial. So as a budding New Year's promise to myself (I'm figuring if I start early I'll accept the fact that I'll never follow it. It's like beating the guilt-trip line on Black Friday), I'll only write what I define as substantial (or at least not oh-jeez-sally-that-was-SOOO-high-school-drama shit). And I'm feeling like that gives me a lot of latitude.
With that said, I'm emtpy on big words and my mind is mostly vacant of any mind-blowing philosophical thoughts of how I'm going to buy discounted pumpkin pie once I'm back in San Luis Obispo or why I always tend to wake up with the cow-lick from hell, or where exactly my flash drive full of architecture final projects has found itself (well, you get the idea, nothing deep). So I go. I promise writings, poetry, and convoluted thoughts in the near future.
Exit stage right. Errr. Left? Damn. I always fuck this up.
-Grant
