It has a lot to do with you.

I wanna address three things in this blog.

I mean, I really want to.

I reallyyyyyyyy want to. Too? Two? Twoaaaah.

"We've got two minutes...twoaaaah."

I fucking love the Pacers.

I'm going to look into my notebook, and type up condensed version of what I've written.

*backtrack*

I thought I was going to address some things?

No. I'd rather not.

I'd rather talk about how I shove all of my hand into my pockets, instead of having just my four fingers in with my thumb hanging out.

"...instead of having just my four fingers in with my thumb hanging out."

You know where I'm coming from.

Or how some people just have their thumb support the rest of the hand.

That looks really gay. Unless you're posing for some kind of magazine.

But no, guy at the mall with a beanie and fake aviators and the Ed Hardy t-shirt on. You look fucking stupid. Stop that. And your jeans don't look cool...just because they have rips and tears in them.

Tears=Those are his boyfriends pants and he was crying on his lap the other night.

But anyways.

Entire hand. In pocket. Looking cool.

Instead of handshakes though, I elbow bump.

Sometimes I like to keep weird things like pills, thumb drives and pieces of a note that Brittany Woods threw into my book-bag during our freshman year. And when I'm in an elevator full of people, I like to scream "I AM IN HELL FOR THE VERY LAST TIME!" Then I'll throw the stuff in pockets at people and leave on whatever floor I'm on.

So I liked this girl. I think I still like her. Yea...I still like her. But she has a boyfriend. And that really sucks. But I'm not going to stop being nice to her just because we can't date.

Woa Doctor...

I'm not sure we would have dated anyways. I run away with feelings. So, I think I'll just backtrack and stand where I'm at.

I really hate that I'm not any girl's "type." I'm not skinny. I'm not good looking. I'm not a hipster. I don't drive a cool car. I'm not really good at ONE thing.

Instead...

I'm working out. I'm at least interesting looking. I know Wesley Wren. I have a nice truck. I'm semi-mediocre at a bunch of things.

I'm Caleb Shane Tucker.

"You got to take me, as I am. Or leave me, the way you found me."

I just got all serious.

I think I ended up covering those three things.

I think.

I really like writing. And I really like that people tell me that they like my writing. I get inspired.

I wrote this because Laura Haselwander said so.

Take the test.

And then after you take the test?

Future husband=Present husband.

I wish I had a "Funk Button."

I would push it, and everything would get funky.

"Because when I get down. I get down. I get down all the way" *sung to the tune of Jingle Bells*