So here’s the deal…

I wasn’t really gonna write in my Xanga anymore.  But obviously, I’ve changed my mind.  I kind of liked it the way it was, and decided it should stay that way, preserved with billions of other blogs and websites on the internet possibly forever only to be dug up years after my death.  People of course will be looking for artifacts of my life because I’ll be famous.  Then they would read about that magical couple of years in which I graduated High School and started college.

But the thing is I’m going to school for writing now, which is embarrassing to admit while blogging.  But, if you’re wondering what makes me think I can write then quit reading my Xanga…fucker.  So- if you go to school for writing, it’s probably a good idea to stay in practice.  The thing is, there’s no discipline for me in journaling, I pretty much half-ass it, and that’s when I actually get around to doing it.  The fact that this is on the internet forces me to at least attempt to form coherent sentences.

So you understand what I’m talking about here’s an example from my journal:

FU?CKING Q?UEST?ION???MAR?KS

That phrase was actually covered in the question marks but you get the idea, I actually just came across another entry from a while ago that I want to include…it’s an “I Remember”

I remember-

-Sleeping in Katie Z’s parents’ bed

-Eating junk food with Kaylin

-Shopping with Dad’s credit card

-Cornelius the chicken

-Devin’s dad’s Porsche

-Walks through Timberline

-Lindsey’s computer

-Sarah fishing

-Erin’s heated floor

-hoodies

-Opening night, TGIF

Kind of gay, but ya know.

I finished my first year at Columbia, and while there I managed not to chop my hair off, start smoking, or spend my whole paycheck on accessories.  Others weren’t so lucky.  It was cool, though, for the most part.  There were definitely days that I thought to myself, “There are much cooler things I could be doing with this amount of money.  But I guess the government isn’t as willing to hand out loans for jet packs as they are for education.

And Jeanine and I have been roomies for coming up on a year now.  I guess I don’t have too many crazy apartment stories, but we had some good parties and we’ve held each other tenderly in our sleep like half of the time.  There’s nothing quite like spooning in our onesies.

I was hanging out with my brother Nick over the weekend, and he’s 15, but I might just have more fun hanging out with him than anyone else.  Does that make Nick super cool, or me super immature?…..POO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!  Anyway, he turns 16 in September and he’ll be driving.  Shelly and I started discussing how when you start out with a car you end up in a lot of accidents, cut to-

A week prior I was looking at Jefrey and it seemed as though a truck had backed up into him.  He was looking a little mashed up on his hood.  I was a little bewildered, and I drive to work every day where I end up parallel parking, I decided it was possible someone with a truck just misjudged his room and I pretty much forgot about it.

Shelly started laughing at me because of my infamously shakey first couple years of driving, and I said,

                “Hey, you learned to drive in that car and contributed to the dents.”  Shelly’s friend Derek laughed and said,

                “Like when you hit her car last week!” For a moment I kind of laughed, I’m a little slow, then I noticed an uncharacteristic look of guilt and worry on Shelly’s face.

Oh yeah, my sister drives a truck.

You know, I think I’m becoming bitter in my old age.  I’m 21 now, so I figure from here on out I’m pretty much dying, and maybe that’s a good way to look at life.  Whenever I want to do something irresponsible I remind myself, “I could die tomorrow.”  Anyway, my bitterness towards most things makes me like the things I do like even more.  I really like my family, I wasn’t even upset about the car thing, I mostly just thought it was funny.  And oh god do I ever miss Louis, especially after looking at that picture of us plastic wrapped together.

Thus concludes my first entry in some time, hopefully many will follow... I mean hopefully for you, the readers, I get to walk around with this gold in my head all day.