Not really, of course. I just don’t think people are really going to care about what I have to say or what I’m doing (basically cause I’m not doing much). But that’s the story of my life- apologizing for taking up your time. I wonder how long I will keep this up before I get tired of it. We shall see won’t we…
So what will I write about… anything I damn well please. Maybe I’ll write about what I wore that day, since that can take up a lot of my time. I’ll probably write a lot about movies because I watch a lot of them over and over. Speaking of, I have twenty minutes to go on a film called Angel with Romola Garai. I mainly wanted to see it because Michael Fassbender is in it, and I have a major crush on him right now. It is a very odd little movie. But I can’t really give a full opinion until I finish it. Sooooo, stayed tuned (if you’re even tuned in to begin with).
In closing, in my very first post I will explain the origin of the title of this blog- The Demise of Couth. In all honesty I stole it. While visiting my grandmother, her cousin (an Episcopal minister) was speaking to my aunt about when it was that teens starting misbehaving as they do now. It was “The Twist,”popularized in a 1960 cover by Chubby Checker, the song and the dance allowed teens to dance without a partner, leading to the want of freedoms that would make their mothers blush. Then he said, “it was the demise of couth.” And that little phrase stuck with me… for 6 years. I write a lot and planned on using that as the title for an unwritten novel but I couldn’t think of a quirky clever title for this blog so I resorted to thievery. So there you have it. (*as a side note I just discovered my computer does not recognize the word couth and wants me to change it to couch. This led me to second guess myself and look it up on dictionary .com. It is in fact a word and I especially enjoyed the provided example- their hockey team had more talent but far less couth.
As a post script, I would also like to send very heartfelt gratitude laced in sarcasm to my grammar school computer skills teacher. Ms. whatever-your-name-is, thank you for never correcting me when, in order to capitalize the first word of a sentence, I pressed the caps lock button on and off instead of simply holding down the shift key. I already feel the carpal tunnel creeping into my left wrist after only four paragraphs. Pen and paper is so much more rewarding and comfortable and has so much more character.
