The Beginings of a Non-Journalist

5:27AM - That's what my computer is telling me. My body is telling me I haven't had enough sleep. My brain is telling me I've had 2 hours.

The way I do things is sort of funny. At the times when I most need to concentrate on something to get it done, those are the times when I feel the need to do anything else except the thing that needs to be done. It is 5:30AM now. I have a Entrepreneurial Finance test at 11:30, Entrepreneurial Solutions to World Poverty test at 2:30, and the majority of my senior business plan due at 6:30 today, yet I decided to start a blog. I have been wanting to start a blog for a while because I tried it this summer and loved it, so I wanted to see what nonsense I could spew out onto the World Wide Web that maybe one day will be quoted in a research project of some unfortunate freshman philosophy major that either thinks the cookie monster has philosophical insight or has yet to be taught the definition of a scholarly web source. (Although, I am pretty sure I have quoted blogs before.)

The thing is, this is not the first installment of my blog. I have written two others already in various places after I decided I wanted to start writing a blog. One, I wrote in a seminar on internet technology of which the majority I cannot remember, the other of which I wrote in church one day, vaguely related to the sermon topic, but as you can guess I don't have complete notes from that sermon on hand. I will probably add those to this blog next, but one can never tell when they are not right in the head what they will do when they are right in the head (meaning when I get sleep.)

One more thing before I delve into the secrets of solving world finance... I want to explain the title of this post. I have decided that a blog bridges the gap between journaling and journalism. For the most part blogs can remain private works, especially if you have no friends, but then again you are making them available for anyone on planet Earth that has a wire within a hundred miles of them, so it could be considered journalism. Sometimes I dream of becoming a journalist. For those of you who don't know, I am a Entrepreneurship major and the closest thing to a journalism class that I have taken is Business Ethics in which we were required to keep a journal on our own ethical quandaries. So what I am writing here is non-journalism, which I believe I explain in more detail in my first actual post written prior to this one in a tiny notebook somewhere floating in the unorganized universe of my book bag. 5:46AM - signing out!