Intoduction to A Dash of Awesome

Hello, people of the Internet, and welcome to A Dash of Awesome.

First off, I'm glad you Stumbled here or that you're some weirdo who scours the Internet for random blogs. It means a lot just knowing that people are reading this.

Now, I'm sure you're wondering what this is. Well, it's a blog, stupid. But, more specifically, it's a blog about me and my whacky misadventures. Let's face it: I'm awesome. And funny stuff happens to me. So be glad I'm sharing it with the world.

So maybe now you're wondering, "What funny stories? All you're doing is talking about yourself." Well, yeah, I am. This is an introduction to A Dash of Awesome. I'm trying to introduce stuff.

And now you're probably saying, "Fine then, what stuff?" To which I must say, "Stop talking to your computer screen like a crazy person and read instead because I was getting to that part."

So. Numero uno. About me.

My name is Samuel Jackson. And before you ask, my middle name does not start with the letter "L" because my middle name is Thomas and that does not start with an L. However, I do like to tell people that I plan on changing my middle name to L. It won't be short for a name; it'll just be L.

That's me! Aren't I adorable? :)

Anyways. I'm 16 years old and I live in Ohio and I don't think I'll be giving out more information in case you're a rapist or something.

Moving on. So now that you know the basics, I guess I'm going to explain why I'm doing this. Like I said before, I'm basically going to write about the random, funny things that happen to me. Which is appropriate because there is actually a story behind even this.

I have a friend. Several, actually. But I'm only talking about one right now. Her name is Stacey.

This is Stacey. She enjoys making weird faces at the camera.

One day last summer, Stacey and I planned an event called "The Best Day Ever." I'd go into all sorts of detail, but the Best Day Ever is its own story and right now it's just need-to-know info.

Anyways, ever since the Best Day Ever, we've been planning a second Best Day Ever. We just like to talk about it a lot I guess. And if it ever happens, I'll probably let you guys know.

But we must continue. The next piece of need to know info is a book. One of my favorites. It's called I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell. If you've read it, awesome; if not, I shall explain. It's by a man named Tucker Max, and he basically just talks about times when he was drunk in an inappropriate situation and the unhealthy amount of girls he's slept with.

Now, I personally think the book is hilarious, but I could understand why others wouldn't. So if you thought the book was vulgar and you want to scold me about my lack of morals, let me save you the trouble--don't. Just because I like the book does not mean I approve of that kind of behavior or anything, but obviously Tucker and the people in his life are fine with that lifestyle, so I'm not going to complain. I'd never do it, but, hey, it's funny. If you were offended, that's cool, but I don't care.

Oops. I went off on a tangent. I do that sometimes. It's a sign of intelligence. Well, it is if you ask me.

Now, back to the story. Stacey had not read the book I was previously describing, and she really wanted to, but the friend I had loaned it from was loaning it to someone else. And then I remembered...I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell was a blog before it was a book. Naturally, I told Stacey of my amazing discovery.

However, instead of reading it, Stacey said that we should write a blog about our funny stories like Tucker did (only ours would be rated PG instead of X) on the Best Day Ever.

Now, I'm not sure if she was joking or not, but I thought about it, and I decided that that would be kind of cool. I mean, if people like stalking their favorite celebrities on Twitter to find out what color socks they're wearing, or if they read about what some stranger in Australia had for breakfast, why wouldn't they read my funny stories?

And the more I thought about it, the cooler it seemed. I know I'm young, but I'd like to think I know a lot about life. Maybe I could enlighten people? Or, who knows, maybe my readers could enlighten me? And I did used to want to be a writer; maybe my blog would become a book like Tucker Max's had.

I can't read the future, but there's nothing to lose right? So now I'm here.

And it only took one story that's barely even a story, but that's why I'm here. Sure, I want people to laugh and I'd like to be some sort of Internet celebrity, but maybe my stories can really change how people think. I live a good life; someone is bound to learn something from me.

Okay, done with corny, inspirational stuff. I have a few more things to add here.

The title. It's A Dash of Awesome. Why? Well, "awesome" is my favorite adjective; it had to be in the title. As for having a dash of it...I honestly don't know. I just came up with it somehow, and I liked it. I know that I was hinting that I have some philosophy to life above, but it's not part of some Recipe to a Happy Life or something (but if it was, a dash of awesome would definitely be an ingredient). If anything, the title just shows you how random I am.

And lastly...This is your blog as much as it is mine. Honestly, I expect to learn more about life from you guys than I expect you to learn from me. Actually, probably less than half of my stories will have big, important morals. Some will just be funny; some will be me posting songs or YouTube videos I like; some will be me going, "SAM IS MAD, HE ONLY GOT B+ ON MATH TEST!!!" So tell me YOUR stories, your favorite song, about the B+ you got on YOUR math test. Awesome thrives in other awesome; our awesomeness combined can really make a difference.