I guess I have to write now

If I am really wanting to do this whole writing thing, I guess I actually have to write. The problem is I don't really feel like anything too important has happened today, but I guess when you're writing you have to do it whether you feel like it or not so, I guess I could give you a list of what I've done today.

1. Heard alarm go off.
2. Smacked alarm.
3. Heard alarm go off.
4. Smacked alarm.
5. Heard alarm go off.
6. Smacked alarm and then looked at the time.
7. Heard alarm go off.
8. Remembered I was waking up to go get donuts.
9. Got out of bed.

The next 40 minutes were spent showering, dressing and checking email (I'm already bored with my own life) then I went to go get donuts. Now I could write about donuts for a while. I love donuts, love them, love them, love them. They are one of those foods that don't need anything else. For example you always have soy sauce with rice, you have to have fries with your Wendy's Frosty's, and you have to have mayonnaise with your bacon and lettuce sandwiches, this list could go on and on but donuts are a food that rises above all that (there's a little bit of a pun in there(and I'm a little suprised that I let it go because I really can't stand puns) donuts need nothing else, they don't need the chocolate milk I had with them, they don't need the orange juice everyone else had with them, all you need to have a fully satisfying breakfast is you and your donut. The delightful way that they are airy yet somehow have substance is an enigma indeed, also the universal truth that even though you can't taste the sprinkles but everyone knows that the donuts are better with them is proof that a one world order is the way to go, and of course the fact that a person who despises all mornings no matter how beautiful they are, is willing to wake up just so they could get one is truly the most incredible miracle of all.

Well I guess that was how I would write about my day in a journal form, I got a little sidetracked there at the end with the donuts but it's something I feel strongly about. Now believe it or not, I have done other things with my day, I could tell you more about my day in an experience form like this:

The scene is a conference room, the remnants of a breakfast lay discarded on an oak table, large chairs all placed all around the table and if those chairs could talk the stories they could tell of corporate meetings would not only be boring but they would also be incredibly boring. It is in these well-worn, all-knowing, peacefully-sleeping chairs that we meet our characters, there are 4 ladies of different ages, different beliefs and different hairstyles all reclining in the chairs, if we leaned closer and lent our ear to the ones already listening (how hokey is that phrase) then we would hear tell of corporate policy, we would be able to tell that one of the ladies had just been given the manager position, we would see this new lady with her notebook and pencils taking notes and being as organized as a new manager should be, if we moved our eyes a little to the left we would see the lady who had been passed over for the manager position sitting quietly and hoping that this meeting would be done so she could get back to work, if we looked across the table we would see the lady who had been the manager for 10 years gratefully relinquishing the reins of the "company meeting" to this new manager, if we would look to her left we would see a young girl eyeing the last donut. The meeting progresses in a way that you and I might never understand, for to understand these ladies hopes, downfalls, distresses and joys you have to walk in their shoes for a while or at least work with them all summer for 40 hour weeks. Ideas are brought up and discussed, corporate is bad mouthed, promises of an open speaking policy are once again made, suggestions are made that sound vaguely accusing, looks of shock and awe or given when a policy has been overlooked and comments like "Well, I always do that" or "That's the way I was taught, I didn't know there was another way" and "Well before you were here (gesturing to the newcomer) we never had any problems with that" and other such things are said. All of the ladies seem very willing to overlook the fact, that if all of them have always done it, then there is no possible way that it could not be done. But that we discover is the joy of working in corporate America, there is always someone else to blame. As we slowly begin to pull ourselves away from this fascinating meeting, in a strange way we feel sad about leaving with these important questions still lingering in our minds "Will this be a good working environment for all of them?" "Will these ladies learn to get along?" "Will corporate finally tell them where this paper has to be filed? and most importantly "Will that girl ever get that last donut?"

There you go that's the experience side, did you feel like you were there? I certainly did.
Well I'm running out of time and I'm still not sure which kind of style I liked better, let me know.

For all you illiterate people and destroyers of great classics you will be pleased to know that below you will find the Cliffs Notes version:
Subject woke up, bought donuts, went to an employee meeting and wrote in 2 different ways. The End.

Oh and by the way, I got the last donut.

Till next time.