"where's the Bryce Stadium?"

If a tree falls in a forest and no one's around to hear it does it make a sound? I'm wondering the same thing in regards to this blog. But regardless of the, perhaps, futile nature of my current endeavor, I figure why not. It's summer, I just graduated, and I spend my working hours, one of which I'm earning right now, sitting in a glass box called a parking garage kiosk, watching cars enter and exit alll night. 80% of those exiting have either an electronic transponder which makes the gate go up automatically or a hanging tag that still allows them to park for free but leaves me with the task of lifting my index figer and pressing the F1 button on the computer causing the gate to go up once a again. Every once in a while a rogue visitor to the garage comes out and needs to be charged money throwing off my otherwise established zen. I grin and bare it for the 30 seconds lost as I make the money exchange, and then promptly regain my post in front of the penn state provided computer, slowly but surely burning out my retina as I search for any and all forms of entertainment on the world wide web. The result to date is three and a half seasons of LOST permeated through my consciousness, along with the fourth season of House md, (I think) the fourth season of Hell's Kitchen (whaat ah ya blahty duin?), a disgustingly unmeasurable archive of watched youtube videos the majority of which probably made me, uh dummer, or at least set me back four school grade's worth of maturity, an online login to the newyorktimes.com, enough books read to seriously diminish any chance I might have had of one day being cool, a small cast of broadway quality shadow puppets, and an ever growing confidence that if I ever get trapped in an elevator with a buddha statue, it would lose composure first.

And of course the most recent byproduct of my seclusion being this blog site. I've always liked the idea of having a blog, mostly because I usually unload my mental baggage on the nearest unfortunate ear anyway, but writing it down seems more pretentious. oh well. My dinner break is near approaching and so I must be signing off. until next time.