This is it.

This is how my brain works at ten o'clock at night.

This is proof that I should learn to go to bed earlier, wake up earlier, work on my insomnia.

This is only a halfhearted post; the Office is on.

This is a reference to the things we've all forgotten, the things we'll come to love.

This is a memory of seventh grade, when Mr. Jeffers' stapler was Jello'd.

This is a reminder to finish playing Portal, if only so I can say that
the cake is a lie!

This is the commercial I love.

This is a hangnail, a scratch, a bruise, and a stained shirt from where I fell on my bike out of the blue. (I think the ghost of Ayn Rand is after me.)

This is me. And, most likely, this is you, too.

This is the last day of Summer Vacation.

This is the beginning of a very strange adventure.

This is my chance, and I am taking it.

This is my blog, and I feel terrible that it sits here growing dusty in this corner of the intertubes.

(That was a reference to an incorrect reference. Did you catch it?)

This is it, my friends.

This is high school.

This is the oldest we've ever been.

And this is going to be insane.

This is a warning: please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times, because it is not slowing down, and there is no getting off from here on out.

This is scary. But, still, this is really exciting.

This is the first blogpost by a freshman,

and that is a little bit wonderful.