My name is Dennis L. Punderson

    
     Do you ever have those urges to just do something and you can never seem to shake them? Maybe a desire to create or to be someone or do something? For example, as a young university student, I tend to have somewhat of an idea as to what the current "trends" are. As of late on just about any college campus, oozing forth from the lips of what appears to be 95% of collegiate females are the words "BUCKET LIST." Kissing guys with mustaches, swimming in the Red Sea, or not shaving legs for an entire month (the girl equivalent of what today has come to be known as "No Shave November") are all popular ideas. I have no idea what Webster Dictionary or Dictionary.com have to say about what this term is, from whence it came, or whatever the heck it means, but basically the list is to contain all of the things that an individual wishes to do before kicking (you know where this is going) the proverbial "bucket."

     I don't have one. I don't want one. I'm not scared of dying and don't feel the need to come up with some sort of list that will gradually make it's way from the forefront of my heart to the dust covered underside of my nightstand. Let's be real here people, please. That's what I want from this experience more than anything. Getting back to just what I was talking about, I have always felt this intense desire to expand my writing and really try to put what it is that I feel on paper. What's important to me? That's exactly what we're going to talk about. Do I sound enough like a cast member of Degrassi: The Next Generation or what? I want to write. I'm not writing because it needs to happen before I get sandwiched between a Wonder Bread (all rights reserved) truck and the local Walgreens, it's just a feeling that I can't shake. Here it's cloudy, but the chance of sunshine is always there if we look and hope hard enough. There will be no word count requirements, topic sentences, or thesis statements. If I'm living right, and I am most certainly trying, I have to follow these feelings. I'm not going to get into who I am or where I come from because that information simply isn't pertinent at this juncture. Tell ya what, as we get to know each other a bit more, we'll talk about opening up.

 

     Today, for the first time in a long time, I felt that my life's formula for some reason didn't make sense. I began to question. That's why I'm here. It's absolutely impossible that I be any more excited for this journey than I already am. Practice makes perfect and I can't think of a better place than here to present to the world (or to those who accidentally stumble upon this blog) who has, for quite sometime, always lived inside. My name is Dennis L. Punderson. I was born today, yet have always been around. Pleased to meet you.