Ready, Set, Go. No really, go.

Okay, here's another sad attempt at a blog, because I'm sitting here at work wondering what in the world I am going to do until three o'clock because it's Friday afternoon and I'm number three in the rotation, which basically means that I'm getting paid to sit here and do nothing. Gotta love it. So I'm going to blog.

These things are still strange to me, and sometimes I wonder what the purpose of a blog really is unless people actually read it. Which no one does. So really, right now I am talking to no one. So I'm crazy. Because I am talking to myself. Unless someone really is reading this, in which case, hey. I'm Dana. Nice to meet you.

The Writing Center is probably the coolest place ever. Especially when the person sitting next to you just read you a poem she wrote to herself about traveling down the roads of life. Which is pretty awesome when you hear the poem and not at all cliche.

For those who don't know, the Writing Center is where cool people hang out as nerds and write papers. Well, not really. The nerds are the ones who help other people with their papers. We write our own papers at home. Because we either live here, or at home, depending on the day. Or the hour.

Right now, even though it is two thirty on a Friday afternoon, I can count ten people in here. Three of us are tutors and one is a receptionist, but only one person is actually here for a tutoring session. The rest are just here because it's the cool place to be. And yet, here I am, blogging because I have absolutely nothing else to do.

Have you (proverbial person reading this blog) ever had those moments when you are suddenly feeling like you want to write everything down because you are just in a writing mood. Probably not. That is how I am right now, and I really don't even care if I ramble on and on about nothing, because no one is going to be reading this anyway. Yay for no followers! Okay, that's a lie, because I have, like, two. Go you, followers. You are awesome.

Look, someone else just joined us in the Writing Center! Erin, you certainly picked the right place.

I was thinking, the other day, about what I would be like if I ever became an English professor. There's no way I would ever teach high school or lower, but there's the lingering thought in the back of my mind that I could teach at a university or college. Not that that would ever happen, but it is interesting to think about. I would probably become one of the strange professors, which is all of them. I don't think I have ever met a normal English professor. Well, maybe one. But that's about it. At least, any professor that teaches Creative Writing, and the professors that I've had most often, are probably some of the weirdest people I have ever met. Will I be like them someday? I certainly hope not.

Twenty more minutes, and then I can go home to take a nap. Later, I'll make cupcakes. Yep, cupcakes. Jealous? You should be.