Because Reasons...

Today I am supposed to be writing about...  Don't write that, Dianna! It's already in the post title! So.... How do I start? I don't know. My job is only to judge you and make sure it takes you at least five hours to write a post, not to actually help you.  Why do you even exist? ... And she's gone. Just like that! At least now I can write.  Not so fast! Are you really going to include our conversation in this post? You don't want people to think you've lost your mind. Do you? Of course not, but I promised my readers authenticity.  How will they know whether or not you tell the truth? I'll know that I wasn't telling the truth.  What's the point of honesty if everyone hates it? Authenticity has its own value.  How many page views has "authenticity" gotten you? 1,270, and that's good enough for me.  And followers? Quit trying to convince me! I already made up my mind.  Or did you?

Hi people,  Today, I will be sorting out my blog's existential crisis.  As you could probably tell, this was originally just a blog for school assigned, mandatory posts. This is the reason why I have started a great many posts with some statement about being "forced" to write about one thing or another.  Because I had my own things to say, I started writing posts with my own thoughts and ideas. I had been wanting to start a blog on my own for the past three years and this was a step in that direction.  I was originally planning to start a new blog after I graduated, but there is no need for that anymore. I have updated the look of this blog and will hopefully add more new features soon.  I fully intend to keep posting on this blog.  -Dianna

Hi people,  Today, I will be writing about the concept of neighborhoods and how they don't  fit into my life.  I have heard people talking about their communities and actually talking to real human beings that live nearby. This originally struck me as quite strange, being that I don't even know the names of the people that live on my block.  I live in a neighborhood where people don't really talk to each other. No one has a front porch, and people don't really use their front lawns for anything except decoration.  This is quite a contrast from the neighborhoods of my family members. In their neighborhoods, you can't walk for 30 seconds without seeing someone. People bike to the store and regularly take their dogs on walks and children draw with chalk on the sidewalks.  As I thought about this idea some more, I realized that I never even bothered to wonder why no one in the neighborhood really talks.  I guess ghost towns have just seemed normal to me.