Okay, so ever since I decided to make this blog more about writing interesting/humorous things rather than just rambling about my life, I’ve basically doomed myself to vicious stampedes of writer’s block. The way I see it, there’s only one way to break out of this. That’s right. Some meaningless Ryan-babble.

So… what’s happening in my life. Well, let me do a brief sweep of my living space. In front of me is a computer. No surprises there. How about directly to my left. Oh yeah, the 2008 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Calendar. It was a Christmas gift, which is really nice, because now whenever some girl sees it I can just shrug and go “It was a gift. I didn’t wanna be rude.” Okay, little bit more to the left, my bed… My closet. The suitcase I still haven’t unpacked from Christmas time… Oh, there’s my roommate, whom we’ll call Zhan. He’s from China and he lived in Canada for about a year before coming to Waterloo. His English is alright, and apparently he really likes basketball. You now know as much about him as I do.

Behind me is, erm, Fred’s old desk (I’m not going to tell you his real name, which is a shame, because it’s probably the coolest one I’ve ever heard in my life)… currently dominated entirely by my loose worksheets (all of which I need to throw out), except for a small corner on which “Zhan” has modestly placed a small book. “Fred” used to share this room with us, but he had a stomach ulcer and wisely opted to take the term off. After he moved out, my mess spread, much like a plague, into his former living space. You can literally see the silhouette of an out-stretched arm –one made entirely out of junk– reaching from my desk to Fred’s, grasping it with a deadly, messy coil. My own desk, much like the eye of a storm, is actually fairly tidy and well-organized. Funny that.

Woah, that’s so weird. I have an entry idea now.