So, uh, what do I do now?

Well, I seem to have successfully designed my blog. Hooray! Now I just have to find stuff to right about. Although, most of the time I will probably just write about whatever the hell is coming to my head at the time. Like now, for instance. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be talking about. Introductions are awkward and such. 

Let's see... how about an icebreaker? Those tend to work in such occasions. So, do you know how much a polar bear weighs? [allow time for you to ponder] Well, neither do I but it's enough to break the ice. Hi, I'm Kinsel. Nice to meet cha!

Ha! Get it? "Enough to break the ice"? It's an icebreaker! No? Just me? Well then. Ah, moving on...

Jeez, how much does a polar bear weigh anyway? Now I'm just being generally curious. I know it's a lot. Hell, those things will KILL YOU. Although not all things that will kill you are heavy. Take some forms of bacteria for instance. They are INSIDE YOU. And you probably don't even know about it until you start excreting bodily fluids you didn't even know you had. They are sneaky buggers, bacteria. Very sneaky, indeed.

I feel like I'm making a great first impression here. "Yes, keep talking about disgusting, murderous micro-killers, the audience will be sure to stick around!" Step 1 to Kinsel's Nonexistent How-to-write a Blog Handbook. That shit is for real. I have no idea what Step 2 is though, so I'll just skip that and get to the part where I post a picture of myself in a state of semi-sleep deprivation and pretending to be a bird:

Despite what this picture may suggest, I am actually a normal human being. 

Yes, that is a genuine beak that I fashioned from a toilet paper cardboard tube. Yes, I had that much time on my hands. Yes, I am a dork.

Hope you stick around!

Please stick around? Oh jebus, I hope I haven't frightened you away. 

Also, if you do stick around, please don't use actual sticks because nobody likes being hit with a stick. Unless you're sticking it to The Man. Then you may use a stick.