I'm going to write. I wouldn't mind if you'd tell me what I'm doing wrong.


So my new roommate and I were spending the night at our dorm for class registration and he had bought a ton of discounted CD’s on Amazon before he came up. That night we watched a “behind the scenes” DVD on the Smashing Pumpkins. We were both amazed at Billy Corgan’s voice, like his normal, just talking, voice. It’s normal! But at home I was intrigued and looked up this interview, and he is super educated and cool. He claims that Rock needs to talk about God on a liberal news channel, and they discuss Oceania, the album I had hammered into my ears since it’s been out.

I am so thankful that I never got in on the trend of paying for cheap and worthless plastic loops that on your wrist were wrinkly, off your wrist vaguely took the shape of cartoons and crap. Sillybandz… 

I’ve decided that the next time I cut my hair will be a month after the last time somebody tells me I need a haircut.

I have found that the best piece of motivation in anything is the simple reminder that one day I shall die. It relieves me of anxiety when facing the future. It keeps me from procrastination. Most importantly, it points me towards the Truth.

Tonight, the rule has been safety second. It worked out wonderfully for me, but I do not recommend it. Seriously though, fireworks are much cooler when they blow up on the ground.

Apparently, there are two kinds of intoxicated red necks on the beach. There is the friendly kind that yells out to the jogger, “Woo! Cardio,” and then there is the one in a bikini with beer in hand that leans off the back of the golf cart and says, “You want some boobs in your face,” but follows with, “What? You just going to ignore us,” and then pursues with, “Hey, we’re just going to keep harassing ya.”


You know how our parents will use Internet Explorer? Or will type in the “www.” or right click cut, copy, paste, instead of Ctrl x, c, and v? Well the other day I wanted to heat something up in the microwave, but my mom beats me to it. Then I watch her take her time in hitting “Cook Time” “1” “0” “0” and “Start” and I could not help getting unreasonably frustrated that she did not just hit “1” if she wanted to heat something up for one minute. I soon realized how ridiculous that was. Why should it upset me that parents do not take shortcuts? Hm. Life. 

I should have got a picture. There were rebel flags up and down the beach. I will never consider the Lake red neck again. Gee, Crystal Beach. Where’s Noah when you need him?

I just wanted to share that I had a phenomenal weekend seeing great friends and going through crazy things. It was awesome and weird from beginning to end, and that is always how I have liked it. This weekend also reminded me how much I manage to change and mature when it comes to the end. I guess that is only natural though.

Yep. That is how the story goes. So far.