The End

This will be my last blog post.

For now.

I dunno. I haven't really enjoyed writing lately.

And people who know me well, know that my last five posts have been mediocre.

I was really excited when I first made this blog.

I remember reading Taylor Wicker's, and thinking how much I loved what she wrote. And I wanted to do the same thing.

But now, I'm just frustrated.

I'm frustrated that I don't ever know what or how to write.

I'm frustrated that I can't seem to keep people in my life like I wanted to.

I'm frustrated that, even though I begin my career at Marian next fall, the Ivy Tech English department and the teachers in it are soul sucking jerks.

I can't wait to be in a writing class that makes me write.

Not..."Okay, now for this weeks journal entry, I want you to tell me what time period would you like to live in, if any."

Eight grade writing?

But this has been fun. I'll still keep my notebooks around to keep my short stories in.

Maybe I'll start up a new blog during the summer. Maybe. Or I may wait until Marian.

I won't take this Blog Spot down though. I still want to keep it as a sentimental piece...if that makes sense.

I know some people will be disappointed, especially my followers. But I don't like not having the heart to update this as often as I would like.

I wish I had something cool to say to end this.

It was just a sprain, I guess.

I'm gonna talk about the weather.

It's fucking stupid.

I've only been alive for nineteen years now.

And I've been able to remember about fifteen years of it.

And with THAT being said...I've not seen it be THIS terrible since 1996.

I remember living with my dad on East Grant Street, which is about the worst part of the city. The armpit of the city, if you will.

It snowed for like three days straight. And plows never came through where we lives. And no one had their own plow, so the streets had to be driven on for them to be even relatively clear.

So yea...we had about a billion accidents up and down the street. I'm roughly guesstimating, but it just might have been close to a billion.

And I remember, since we didn't have a driveway, the people living on Grant had to shovel out a spot on the side of the street so they could park their cars.

My dad spent a couple of hours shoveling one night. He had this huge Suburban, so he had to shovel TWO spots so he would fit. I remember sitting inside watching "Friends" and eating popcorn while I waited.

He came inside right as the last episode of the night was ending, and he was pissed.

Lemme tell you how pissed he was.

He was SO pissed, that he couldn't even see straight. He came in the house all wobbling everywhere and cussing till he turned blue.

Our next door neighbor had pulled into the spot my dad shoveled out while my dad was busy getting salt from the garage.

He may have killed that guy that night. I never saw him again.

Well...THIS might be worse. All of the streets in and out of my neighborhood are completely icy. I've only 320 pounds of extra weight in my truck bed AND I've no brakes. I'm metal-to-metal on both my front and back brakes. So while it would suck to drive at all, even on a sunny day, it's fifty trillion times worse on all of this fucking snow and ice. PLUS, I'm having to drive downtown every morning to get to class, and while I'm not the best driver in the world, I'm definitely better than all of the other drivers in Downtown Indianapolis.

Just a little rant.

C'mon summer. I've got my wayfarers ready.

You can go ahead and take it. I don't want it anymore.

I appreciate you.

Okay.

So, with a little under an hour until I head off into Northern Indiana with my father, I figured that I'd just sit my unhappy ass down right here, right now, I type whatever fuck comes into my mind.

I chose the word "fuck" because that is the EXACT way I feel about everything that is about to happen.

As I've posted about million on my Facebook wall, I will not be able to spend time with people that I actually care about, as the ball drops onto the new year of 2011.

And since I've little time to give my 2010 synopsis, I'll have to do my best to nostalgify (no...this isn't a word) myself.

2010 was fucking weird.

I began the year at Adam Friedman's house, and I'll end the year by the Tippecanoe River, about ten minutes away from Brookstown, Indiana.

I think that if I had to go through 2010 again, I would die.

Actually...I think I DID almost die a few times in 2010.

I lost a few best friends.

But then I made some more best friends.

I traveled all over Indiana.

Southport, VU, Acton, Bloomington, Waverly, and other such travel areas that I've yet to figure out the names of. Probably because I was too tired.

I had my heart broken. Twice. I think? Either way, one of them contributed to wanna of my near "passings."

Well...maybe it wasn't broken. A sprain, maybe. But not completely broken.

I saw Wavves.

So. Much. Food. More notably, McDonalds.

I danced a lot.

I smoked a lot of cigarettes. Never again.

The best friends that I had lost, came back to me. Now I'll be going into the new year with the best set of friends ever.

Coincidentally, I'm also starting off this year like I did last. Without a job. And without a girlfriend.

Except, the job thing is kinda under control. As for a girlfriend, I dunno. I'm waiting.

I never had that kiss I've always wanted. Where the guy and gal are close to each other, and the gal puts her hand on the guys face, as if she could draw him any closer.

Didn't happen.

I saw some good movies.

I laughed a lot.

I cried a lot.

I worked my first job.

I got fired from that same job. I'd do it all over again too. IDGAF

I started college. Then two months later, Marian accepted me. I'll start there my sophomore year.

Notre Dame beat USC.

I graduated from high school.

This is so chronologically out of order.

I really want to thank a bunch of people for making this year so fucking weird.

Wesley Wren, you motherfucker. You're such a good dude. At least I hope you are. You contributed to a lot of what I went through this year. Don't knock it 'till you try it.

Chloe Fox. You also helped me a lot this year. More than I could ever imagine. I can't picture moving forward with my life without you in it. We'll be going to Marian together. Let's go Knights!

Adam Friedman. Broda. I love you more than any man should ever love another man. I'm okay with this. You and I went through a lot of shit. But now...now we're broda's again.

Dustin Arritt. Unfortunately, you'll be down in VU. But I'll visit. I don't care how lost I get. We've been best friends since sixth grade. Let us not forget what you and I went through only a few years ago. But I've got your back. As long as you've got mine.

Gage Harris. I'm surprised I have anything good to say about you. You saved me from my ulcer attack. I will forever be indebted to you for that. 10 plus years baby. YOU CANNOT BREAK OUR STRIDE.

Did I forget anybody? Oh well. I haven't the time.

Amelia Todd, Laura Haselwander, Yesica Rosales, Davis Williams, Dusty Bracken, Ryan and Emily Bradley, Kim and Dave Willoughby, Kara Brenneman, Eileen Weber, Jeff Yager...and whomever else I haven't named, thank you for everything you've ever done for me.

I love all of you with everything I am.

And as for 2011?

Fucking bring it.

Oh...and take the test.

Christmas Eve

I've been going through a serious case of writer's block lately.

Maybe it's because I'm not staying up for two or three days at a time.

I dunno. It's whatever. I'm just glad Christmas is almost here. I like to see people be happy and stuff. And things.

Anyways, Merry ALMOST Christmas you guys.

I just wanna point out a few people that I hope have a wonderful Christmas day.

Wesley, Adam, Dustin, Dusty, Gage, Laura, Chloe, Tori, Kim, Dave, Logan, Austin, Kaden, Snickers, Eileen, Stefanie, Daniel, Katie, Yesica, Abbie, Aaron, Chuck, Alexis, Amelia, Andy, Ben Miceli, Ben Wernz, Brittney, Brian, Carolyn, Emily, Ryan, Brock, Chris, Connor, Kevin, Davis, Eduardo, Armando, Gabby, Deb, Mark, Hanna, Jeff, Judy, Sarah, Sara, Kara, Mum, Kelly, Kristen, Lee, Lissa, Marissa, Matt Glant, Matt Timbs, Russel, Schilling, Shelbi, Shelby, Susan, Tasha, Thomas, Trevor, Tyler, Kaitlyn, and Zach.

Hopefully I'll be able to kick-start my brain here pretty soon. I miss writing for you guys.

Be safe.

And again, Merry Christmas.

I used the word "Christmas" four times, and it almost seems like it's too much.

The Hunter

I really don't have anything to write about.

I think I'll just talk about this guy.

Wesley Wren.

I love you.

I'm not going to write anymore.

Foff.

Oh, and I should be finished with the story that Chuck Bronson helped me with later today.

I think I mentioned it in my last post.

Anyways. Wesley is a good guy.

If you wanna text him, his number is 317-911.

Twitbook

So I have a Twitter account now.

I know, it's not that important.

But what IS important?

I'm almost done writing this little short story for my blog.

Chuck Bronson helped me with it.

UNFORTUNATELY

I am being forced against my own will to attend church tonight. So I doubt it will get done before six, which was my goal.

Also, I have a bad habit of exposing my problems to people at the worst possible times.