My first blog article!

The sweet remnant of wind gushing through my anamolously stuart hair as i in my own world ocassionaly strolled down the hilarously dangerous hill, the lovers back in the college call 'the view point' is a matter to retrospect now. Whenever the thought crosses my mind, its a feeling no different than a hot knife passing through butter. I get a clear mixed feeling no doubt.This is my first article on the blog so pardon me if i rather sound too difficult because i just don't seem to be able to help it. I do not know mercy. Well fellas, by the way that was a joke!Well, coming back to the wind gushing through my scant hair, the thought which definately is not fiction abruptly came to my fragile mind. So please allow me to ruminate on the experience sometime in the furure in detail because i certainly am running out of time right now. Need to attend to my ailing drunk friend for now. See ya!