Wordepressed.

i’m not really depressed…i was just trying to think of a pun for ‘WordPress’.

Well I hope to start writing in this blog about my days here on good ole planet earth. I hope to keep up with it and update it and things but chances are I’ll fall away from it like a lot of things i do.

So here’s what I’m going to do in order to develop my creative writing skills. I’m going to write my blogs as if I was writing a story. A true story but a story nonetheless. Hopefully I can make it interesting. The main character will be me of course but I’ll refer to myself in the third person in order to capture that story feel.

So here we go:

It was a humid Sunday morning in Waco, Texas. Paul drank the air almost literally. He regretted wearing more than a T-shirt and jeans but at the same time he wanted to look nice for church. Paul hadn’t been to church for what seemed to be a long time but it wasn’t so long. He missed one week of church but the week before he had gone to his home church back in Oklahoma and he loves that place so much. We’ll probably learn more about Vision Connexion Church in the future but for now we’re stuck here in Waco.

Stephen, one of Paul’s roommates there at Baylor University, took Paul to church. Paul didn’t have a car so usually he went with Stephen to Highland Baptist Church. They both liked it very much.

After church, Paul and Stephen went to eat lunch at the cafeteria on campus. They talked about different things like they usually did but most of the things they talked about were unimportant and usually inappropriate. Paul knows he lacked integrity but it was an aspect of himself he was trying to change. He also wants his roommates to change but Paul can’t force anything on them.

Paul went back home and just rested for a little while before he had to walk to work across campus. It is usually a fifteen minute walk from his home and Collins Dormitory, an all-girls residential dorm. He was an office assistant there, meaning he passes out keys to girls who locked themselves out of their own rooms. Paul sometimes wonders why Collins is the only dorm that still uses real keys and not card keys like every other dorm on campus. He thinks the future of Collins is bleak but who is he to judge?

He had a four hour weekend shift. It was a waste of four hours. Sometimes, Paul would bring homework but he decided to put off his homework until he got back from work. He walked to Subway on his way back from work for dinner and had himself a sandwich.

Paul then did homework and laundry until his late shift that night. On Sundays, Paul has a late shift from 11:45 PM to 2:15 the next morning. He didn’t like it but he didn’t mind it either. He talked to Jeanie, one of his close friends from Oklahoma, online for a while and then he talked to Isaac, one of his other close friends, for a while as well. Paul loves hearing from his friends back in Oklahoma and how they are living their lives. He thinks their lives are more interesting than his.

And then Paul wrote a blog in the third person.

The End.