There was high school for me, then there were a couple years of college and then not having the money to continue classes right away, so now I'm about three years behind where I should be. I remember my friend Erin yelling, "Yay! No more beating treated like cattle!" on that final day in that warm summer of 2005 when we finally graduated from high school. Everything seemed fucking perfect then, and I mean fucking perfect. Even at eight teen years old, I was still in most ways a child.
Most of the past decade was a lot of fun, and you know... why not only remember the best things? The nights spent hanging out, laughing our asses off, all the silly inside jokes made, all the shows we went to, all the drunken mishaps, and semi-innocent pranks.
I wish I had more to say, but I think that about covers it. I don't make new year's resolutions, but if I had to have one... it would be to punch my anxiety square in the side of it's face and start having fun again, I can't believe it's 2010 and I'm 23 and fucking... ugh, I feel old. Life is short, it's time to start making more of it.