In case you were wondering, this is a blog about nothing. I really don't know why I'm doing this, actually. This being sharing my thoughts about the daily minutia that I observe with anonymous readers on the Internet. But I guess: why not? I think I can name a few worse ideas that I have had (for example, dressing as "half-boy/half-girl" for Halloween in Fourth Grade, peeing under the Eiffel Tower on Bastille Day (not out of disrespect, just because I really had to pee and it seemed like the best place), or attempting to eat twenty-two waffles on a bet).
For starters, I should elaborate upon my philosophy of the title. As you may have already noticed, the title has nothing to do with this blog. A Swimming Hole has nothing to do with nothing. But, the phrase "The Swimming Hole" makes me happy, and maybe hearing that phrase will make you happy too. I must admit, I have never been very good at coming up with clever titles. I was recently discussing a business proposition with my boyfriend, a small bar that sells only unique shots and different types of noodles (you can steal the idea if you want, we conceived it when we were drunk and later discovered that it sucked). Naturally, we decided that the first step in our business development would be to name the fictitious bar that we would never own. I came up with "Bars & Noodles," a terrible play on Barnes & Nobles (it is even more terrible that I just had to explain it). So welcome to the Swimming Hole and I hope that you enjoy.
