"I'd Like to Say Something Classy and Inspirational, but That Wouldn't Be [My] Style"

It's true, it's true. I have now officially posted 100 times on my blog since its commencement in early November 2010, and to celebrate this accomplishment, I would like to have 100 people look at my blog. Of course, I have only so many friends who will help me in this attempt. That leaves it to you, readers, to refer your friends to this blog, perhaps by sending them the links to your favorite posts. However, you choose to do it, I know that it can be done.

Now, having used my time today in a manner which befits my usual productive lifestyle, including finishing The Time Machine (which was more or less uninspiring) by the pioneer of prolific propagandaists himself, Mr. H.G. Wells (not to be confused with Orson Welles, of course); beginning The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (I am now seven pages into it and already loving it, though we will see if that feeling lasts throughout the course of the novel); warming up leftover pan burritos for dinner; working on an editing project; and doing my laundry, I am now warming up my fingers and firing up my mental capacities to write something of the concrete and inspirational nature which has accompanied my blogging in the past. Oh, d--- my eyes, I need to take a shower.

However, despite my lack of hygiene on this day of days, good things have happened. My sister gave me a box of chocolate-covered macadamias from Hawaii (which I appreciated very much), not necessarily as a commemoration of my blogging triumph but more as a thank-you for being such an optimum specimen of exemplary brotherhood (and also for the fact that I assisted in the top-quality, around-the-clock care of her vomiting children in her absence). The chocolates were quite delicious, I thought, (my mother and other sister thought so too since they helped themselves as soon as the plastic wrapper came off the box).

[Note: Alright, they did not help themselves; they had one each. But they might have had more had I not quickly repossessed the box once it wandered back into my proximity.]

Also, since I am sharing good news, you should know that I received an e-mail from a grad school today saying that I have been accepted (unofficially) to their English M.A. program. This is my second acceptance e-mail in the last week, and I love not being depressed about being rejected by grad schools (specifically Brigham Young University's, though we have yet to see if they will reject me a second time and cause me to dislike them even more than I already do).

Now, having shared these glad tidings with you, readers, I will proceed to shower, put my laundry in the dryer, read some more of The Catcher in the Rye, and try to become excited about teaching a 4th grade elementary class tomorrow (I've never taught at the elementary school level, so I'm a a little nervous about it).

However, I would like to say a few words to you all, if I may:

"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" (from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone).

Thank you all.