I Have a Question

My question is this: Why in the world would anybody want to follow my blog?  I'm the first to admit that it is a mess.  My topics are extremely random and on the rare occasions that I actually would like to write about something, it ends horribly.  My blogs are boring, too.  Can you remember what my last post was about?  Neither could I.  Turns out, it was about sledding.  No commentary on it, it was simply a telling of the previous day's adventures.  These are the reasons why I can not comprehend seeing more people follow my blog.

Sledding

It was amazing. Simply amazing. Except for the soreness. My triceps, butt, lower back, thighs, and pretty much every other part of my body are killing me.  It's probably because we went to the biggest hill we could find at Yellowcreek Park and built an enormous ramp at the bottom.  Brody's dad video taped us and we flew for an honest 3-4 seconds.  Think how far you can fly in 3-4 seconds, and then imagine our landing.  I couldn't walk for 10 minutes.  I crawled back up the hill because I could have sworn part of my tailbone snapped off.  It's not like we only had one person per sled, we actually had five guys pile on this boat of a sled so that we would get the most air possible.  When it came time to land, well, you can imagine.  It hurt.

A Warning to Others

Some people's purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.  This appears to be especially true for gingers.  Their warn others to stay as far away from them as possible, lest you be burned by their fiery red hair.  Speaking of redheads, most people can't stand to be friends with them.  Although I can see the reasoning behind this, I can somehow stand to talk to them, namely Connor Hundley and Dana Payne.  I think it's because I have a little red in my hair, which makes me nearly as bad as they are.  It's a sad fact, but I felt like I should admit it.  I am part redhead.

Criticism

I always try to be anything but the giver of criticism. I don't mind being the receiver of criticism for the most part, I think I deal with it pretty well.  But I hate being the giver because not everyone takes it that well.  Of course, I love being able to joke with my friends about things and not having anyone take the things I say offensively.  I understand that every time we blog I seem to diverge and talk about other topics.  I work at Red Lobster and probably deal with all kinds of diseases.  Knock on wood, but I haven't gotten sick from it yet.  But just being next to someone who's sick kills me.  Something just tells me to move far, far away.  The only reason I brought this up was because I'm sitting next to Dustin and he just wrote a blog about being sick.  Class is going to suck.

My Blogs Are Boring, Don't Bother Reading This

This is a fact that I freely admit.  Normally, I'd try to come back with something witty and make a good joke.  However, the only stories I have to tell are what I would like to call "Alex Stories."  This means that they are extremely pointless stories that have no punchline.  Now, if they were told by another individual, it could possibly be a funny story.  I also admit that I'm terrible at telling jokes and stories, but I never do so that I don't tell "Alex Stories."  By the way, I really hope you didn't read this entire thing.  If you did, I'm sorry.  Sincerely. 

A Time to Start Over

New Year's Resolutions normally don't work.  I think that is common knowledge.  However, sometimes you need to have a change and the start of a new year seems like the perfect time to do it.  There's quite a few things I would like to change, but thankfully none of them are too large.  As it turns out, I'm pretty happy with who I am.  Without going into too much detail, that's all I really have to say right now.  Which makes for quite the boring blog post.  I apologize for that.