How 'bout that blog..

Time and time again I wish I ran a popular, widely read blog that I could update twice a day with interesting facts, cool high-res pictures, and lots of links. But I don't. I just have my life, and I guess I will have to make do with that. The great thing though about it is that I don't have to update every day. I could, but then I would end up with many, many crappy posts, and only a few good ones. I'd rather have a small base of good work, instead of a large base of mostly bad work. I wish I had updated before this, but I haven't been in the right state of mind to do so. I do apologize to all my avid readers out there. Now, on with the blogging.

Since Thursday I've been through alot, mostly hidden depression. It's been awhile since I've really been depressed, due to the fact that I have been avoiding catalysts of it for many months, but it pounced down on me right at the last minute, right when I thought I was out of it's reach. It has dampened my experience at UMBC so far, but I am getting out of it. I began my outreach today when I met the first people whose names I actually remember. I saw Pat, Alex, and Jake outside tossing a disc around, so I quickly joined them and learned alot about the ultimate team here at UMBC. I have intentions of showing up for a meeting, but I doubt I will be able to do anything full time. If the session told me anything, it was that I need to start running again. I had -no- endurance at all playing ultimate, but I think with some running, I'll be fine. After a quick shower, Jake and I headed over to dinner. Jake's a cool guy, a runner, an ultimate player, and a motivated, focused quasi-Christian. He's the first person I've actually met, disregarding my roomate. I'm glad I've met Jake, and I hope that it's only the begining of a long, fun first semester at college.

As far as the move-in went, it was fine. As far as the orientation stuff goes, it's boring. As far as my roomate goes, he's awesome. Well, I say that he's awesome, but he is sitting right next to me, and if he were to see me writing anything else, he would probably bite me. And yes, he has bitten me before, and I don't doubt that he would do it again. He's a great guy, I swear. About my room, my suitemates, and the hall, I'll put pictures up whenever I find a digital camera to steal. College's been pretty bland up to this point, but it's picking up. I'm actually looking forward to Wedensday and getting into the real swing of things. Only one more day to chill out, then things really get started.

When I was contemplating what to write for this paragraph (like 30 seconds ago, because I don't plan these posts) I realized that it's been exactly a week since my whole life got totally flipped around, and I realized that not only the past four months, but the past four years had not been totally devoid of meaning. It did take four years, but it was worth every day for the pay off. Anyway, to help myself come to terms with the real me, and to help myself let go of an attraction that just isn't going to happen right now, I was going to compose a story I thought of a couple weeks ago, but never wrote it down. Now that I think about it, I don't like the story very much. I'll come up with something clever later, don't worry. For now, I think it's time to work on Wrist Mounted Rockets.

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