Preface.

Okay, so here goes.

The last blog I wrote lasted one post. It was depressing, it frankly sucked. I started a new one, I figure this way, at least maybe it will be readable for everyone.

We are officially fucking the old blog. This is a warning, late I suppose, but still very important. It is incredibly likely that there will a form of upsetting language in most of the posts. Typically when I start talking, I say them, and I sometimes thinking in four-letter words, if that's a problem I would suggest you just stop reading. If language is no issue, then keep moving on.

Another warning, I will probably talk frankly about a lot of things. Very frankly. I am blunt, to the point of being ruthless. Not because I hate everyone, I don't. Really, its just because I can't stand when people can't just say something. If you say something mean, or upsetting, I will probably be upset, but I will respect you for it. This is a conditional statement.

So take 2, here goes nothing:

I am awake at 4 AM CST, in my dorm on the 1 1/2 floor of Barnes Campbell Hall at Western Kentucky University. I am awake because I chugged a Mt. Dew with my Chic-fil-a on the way to the hookah bar. Bad decision. Now I'm sitting here, blogging. What a night the last "Thirsty Thursday" of the year turned out to be.

I've decided to pick this back up, especially while I'm in North Carolina this summer. I've decided to start now, since, you know, I'm struggling to discover what the hell else one does when awake at 4 AM.

So here it is, the travelogue/journal (not in a homo diary sort of way)/digital notebook for my summer.

I hope its all you want it to be and more.

"Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone, the worst is over, you can have the best of me. We get older, but we're still young, we never grow out of this feeling that we won't, feeling that we get, we're not ready to give up." -The Starting Line "Best of Me"

PS. I'm gonna end each one with a lyric of a song that said something important to me, in a lot of these I bet I wind up talking about what the lyric means, or why I thought it was pertinent to me and thus, worth mentioning. A lot, but not always. Variety is the spice of life.


Have a very good bye.