Being wrong can be outright humiliating. But being wrong about something, towards someone who's shear existence is based on boasting their own mistaken "knowledge", can leave you feeling suicidal. I'm often wrong, and I'm typically the first person to chuckle and admit it - but I'm hiding desperately, contemplating moving to a small country for a week or so - where I can make my way pouring mimosas for a colony of skateboarding lepers who listen to the band Great White while playing with pyrotechnics --- anything, so that I don't have to wake up tomorrow and apologize for my mistake. I feel like I'm 4 years old again, and I've just broken my mother's precious box - the only momento she had of her dead father.......those few seconds where you scramble for some superglue and pray with all of your might. Unfortunately, superglue doesn't suffice when you're dealing with a living soul. Hmmmm...maybe some chocolate will work. Hopefully in my (sure to be) uneasy slumber, I'll be able to figure out a way to make all well - or at least feel better about sucking it up and saying sorry....oh well, at least there's no chance I'll glue my fingers together with this blunder.

Why is it - when you're bored, you can't think of a single thing to do; when you're having fun, you can think of hundreds of other things to do? Obviously - I'm bored right now. It's a Friday night - I'm vegging in front of my computer in my small hometown of Missoula, Montana - sipping my tongue tantalizing beer (cleverly named Moose Drool), and I honestly can't really think of much else to do. You would think that someone who, at 25, has a month off of any serious obligations or duties, would be able to think of a million things to occupy time and stimulate senses. I'm void of inspiration for the moment. Dull, passionless blob. I'm in desperate need of a demiurgic soul. I'll just drink enough to make myself seem interesting - then I won't be dull - at least to myself. Bottoms up!

It can be a bit intimidating; writing in one of these for the first time - it's like getting a new blank sketchbook - fearful to actually start using it, because that first drawing/doodle/masterpiece will set the mood for the entire collective. So afraid of failure, just as equally, if not more, terrified of true success - it's time to stop fearing, and start expressing. After all, failure can be one's greatest success...it's all how you look at it. I hope that this "journal" will be able to capture as many wonderful fleeting thoughts as possible - so that I can capture, in some essence, the many moods that can be set by one person.