This is it. I am going to start blogging everyday.

No, I mean it. Sort of. I am sure I will lose interest at some point, but it always comes back!

Originally, this blog was intended to be composed entirely of letters. I was all "hey, self, you need to create a niche that has not yet been popularized. That way people will like you and you will get your own book and lots of stuff will happen woo! (Note: people already like me.) It will be like letters to the editor about stuff that needs to be brought to the attention of others!"

But sadly, I realized, as much as I like to rant about other people's flaws, I have no business doing this (this is not really true. I will probably continue to do this anyway. The real reason I'm no longer writing letters is that I am too lazy and scatterbrained to adhere to a consistent structure. GO TEAM!).

So what will probably happen over the course of my time here is a discussion of the inner workings of my brain area. Be forewarned that if you in fact, read this blog, you will no doubt have a firm grasp on what I like to refer to as my "extreme nerditude." I will most likely discuss in depth the following:

• My inability to grasp the system/Hannah's adventures in College
  
• My fingers' inability to type the word receive correctly (I know how it's spelled, my fingers just don't always cooperate with my brain)
• Music and/or movies
• Things I read on Wikipedia
• Food Network
• Dreams (not the figurative "reach for your dreams" crap. I mean legitimate, "I was sleeping and didn't finish my REM cycle so now I remember my dreams" dreams)
• Apparently I will also be using a lot of quotation marks and parentheses.
  

These are things I think about far too regularly. Occasionally, also, I will talk about things of note.

That being said, I will now actually talk about something of note.

!!!!!THINGS OF NOTE ALERT!!!!!!

So as you, my fictional blog readers, may know, yesterday I found myself in a frenzied panic. I received some unexpectedly poor grades (I wasn't failing, they just were going to F* up my already sad GPA). Well believe it or not, the day that these grades were posted also happened to be the last day to drop the class. So imagine my surprise when at 4:59PM I am all "la-di-da, checkin my grades" and then it comes like a knife in my heart that I'm not doing so hot.

Immediately I go into damage control and start e-mailing everyone and their brother that can help me fix this. I went to bed last night freaking out because I didn't know what was going to happen. As I said in my previous post, I had my Braveheart kilt and facepaint on and was not about to go down without a fight. No, wait. I was definitely not going down, period. I am nothing if not relentlessly persistent about what I want, and I get what I want most of the time.

So here I am, unable to sleep from the sheer anticipation of it all. I've got my documents in order, I feel like I'm about to go to court to prove I didn't kill someone. And I am confident. Hell yeah, I'm confident. When most people get scared, or something really awful looms on the horizon, they run for the hills or freak out. Me? I turn in to the freaking terminator. I am the eternal optimist and I am always convinced that things will turn out right as long as I fight till the death (they don't always, but that is another post). And I will always fight to the death until justice is served.

So imagine my surprise when, this morning I awoke, checked my email, and lo and behold...

"I have received your request to drop. I will send the paperwork to the registrar today."

THAT'S IT?!?! No, really, I was expecting world war III. At the very least, I wanted to leave some sort of impression.

But I can't really be mad, cause I got what I wanted and didn't even really have to work that hard for it. Which is sometimes nice.

Ugh, my sister's dog is farting again. I gotta get out of here.