Penguins, mirrors, and pants.

I was sitting here doing some homework today, writing about the story of finding my major.  Nothing particularly special or exciting.  However, as I was writing, I realized just how much I actually love writing.  Then, I realized how much I probably suck at writing haha.

Yes, it is true... I will most likely never write something worth publishing in my life.  If I do, it will be a collection of all the things I find hilarious and awesome in my life, which, if we're being honest, is quite an extensive list...  I might have to write a few of those books.  Or perhaps, I will write about my life.  The events and circumstances that changed the core of my existence.  The situations that made my life shed a new light on the world.  The occurrences that made my blood boil or my heart stop for a few beats and then start again.  An autobiography of sorts.

I have always wanted to write something of value to a wide audience.  I am not cool enough to write a book about something people want to learn about.  I don't particularly know about anything well enough to actually teach other people about it.  I know that writing a story is probably out of the question.  While I love to write stories, I have never actually finished anything I have started.  I have a lot of great prompts for a creative writing class though haha.

What is it that I am good at writing about then?  Is it simply writing what goes through my brain for a couple years and then submitting it as fiction?  Telling the world that I am not nearly as crazy as they think,; it is all fiction!  I am a perfectly sane individual, with a very strange thought process.

Perhaps, I can write my plans for world domination!  I can tell everyone how I shall plan to obtain minions and take over the world with my friends by my side.  I'd probably have to send that in as fiction as well... no one would actually believe that was nonfiction.  Heck, I don't even believe it.  But hey, don't tell anyone, I will still secretly take over the world on Pi Day in 2015.

More to come about Pi Day later.  And, yes, I was bored... My brain is fried from homework, and I know my thought process is erratic... I do apologize if I burned through some brain cells while you read this.