Well. Here we are.

It's senior year. What happened?


I could've sworn just yesterday I was riding my big wheeler down my driveway in order to fend off dragons (I was too unathletic to want to play something cool like basketball). Even though that one awkward relative that I don't quite recognize pinches my cheeks and tells me how much I've grown, I still feel as if I haven't changed dramatically over the years. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly wiser (and much more appealing to the ladies), but I've always kept a constant set of traits that have been very defining. Like, my tendency to trip over my words when I'm excited, or bang the same spot on my right knee on anything that is even remotely in the way. They say the older you get, the more refined your identity becomes; but as my senior year rolls around, I feel myself looking on hopefully to "College Connor", while still being tugged on by childhood nostalgia. I swore to myself that I wouldn't be looking back when it was time to leave this town, but I see now why so many before me have had trouble saying goodbye. The only thing I can honestly say with confidence, is that I need to cherish all the memories and friends I've made over the last decade, and take nothing for granted.


SORRY if this post was drastically dryer than its counterparts, but I felt it had to come out sooner or later. -Con

Procrastination

You know, as this whole blog thing plays itself out, I realize my mind has much more to offer while I should be doing other, more important things; such as writing a paper for a class that will honestly help me about three times my entire life. Most sentient beings (I don't classify some humans I know as sentient. You know who you are. Which is ironic because that would mean they're sentient. Mind boggling stuff really. Stop reading this side note.) would agree that procrastination is the bane of our existence; a leech on precious time. I think we all take our old pal procrastination a bit too harshly. I believe it was the band Chicago that said:


"Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to cry"

(I copy-pasted). That song was a smash hit, you know. To me, procrastination is a time of reflection and really an accurate look into our true feelings...

Actually everything I just said was complete bull. I am procrastinating like it's my job and I'm using this blog as my scapegoat. I hate writing papers that I am in no way shape or form interested in writing. CON OUT.

Ugh

FIRST THINGS FIRST. The name of this blog belongs to my basement (clever), mainly because it has been the site of so many memorable moments. And plus "The Basement" has a manly flair to it, kind of like Bruce Willis's persona in Pulp Fiction. Well... Bruce Willis in general.

Well, it's late and I feel like ripping my eyes out and drenching them in an 80cent slushy from Sonic. Scratch that last idea. It would be more efficient for me to put my body on a rotisserie (I used spell check) and simply dip myself in a large vat of flavored ice product. As you mostly likely have inferred, I am highly delusional from lack of sleep and nourishment. I'm going to stop writing now. I'm hearing/seeing things. Good day.

Hey! Hi! Yes. Hello. Hi.

Hey there. This is my first blog ever so don't judge me. Asian people get antsy about profiling. Anyway, I'm devoting this wonderful waste of the internet to show you all the cool things that frolic around in my mind all day. I'll warn you, my writing skill equates to that of a cheese sandwich, and my vocabulary is usually inappropriately utilized. BUT, I'm weird, and I think we all can benefit from that. As in, you can all strive to do the exact opposite of what I do.

That concludes my first blog, because, well... This feels like a first date and I don't know what to say. (Ha ha except thats never happened since the mere sight of my biceps makes girls melt.) So really, It's more like  a first date with a man. But not a bro, because that's VASTLY different. Ahem.