BEDA!?

Well, I've never really blogged before, I don't think there's any actual set way to do it besides just typing a bunch of junk. Sure I could type something I think people would wanna read, or I could just ramble. I guess on the super off chance that somebody finds this who doesn't already know about me I'll introduce myself a bit.

My name is Zack. I go by the name zikiri in various internet circles. Umm, I'm a college student at a local state university which you've never heard of. I like to talk at people and that's why i kinda figured blogging isn't such a bad idea. I'm not sure if this is a good thing, because I wanna do this for the same reasons I did VEDA in April, and those videos turned out horrible. I think so at least, judge for yourself at http://www.youtube.com/zik33, you know, if you want. If you actually want to follow this, follow it, I don't know how blogging works and it's just gonna be a few paragraphs of me rambling.

So today, I went to church. I know church is supposed to be for praying, but it is my "thinking place", when I'm at church ideas just pop up in my head and they linger there. They'll stay there throughout my whole Sunday and then Sunday afternoons or Sunday nights I start acting weird and crazy because I let stupid ideas sit in my head so long I think they are clever or whatever, but they're really crazy, stupid, and weird.

My stupid idea from church today is maybe to type the ideas here, while still acknowledging they are stupid and dumb and it will spare my embarrassment from these dangerous Sunday thoughts.

So today in church, there was a married couple a few rows ahead of me. I thought it was the saddest, most adorable thing. They had a newborn baby with them, but you could tell there was tension, probably from a recent fight or something. The babies car seat was between them, which put a good 3 feet from husband to wife. They were clearly in that thing I hear about called love, they kept looking at the baby and making cute faces. Then during prayers they were glancing at each other like two fourteen year olds across the classroom in Algebra 2. I was kinda tempted to give one of them a paper and pen so they could write a note and pass it to the other. But it was cute.

This is a giant mess of paragraphs. I am tired. I need mountain dew. I am going to get some as soon as my parents go to bed so I don't get the awkward line of questioning about where I'm going with their car. I'm still not sure whether I'll be actually doing VEDA, but I did this, so if you read this, comment it. Tell me how I should blog better. Complain, praise, paste lyrics to your favorite song, I don't care, just comment and do whatever the blogger/blogspot equivalent of subscribing and or following is.