Adam was here.
So I've made the move from Myspace to Livejournal. I'm still trying to figure this site out, and I'm not entirely sure I know what the hell I'm doing, but at least I figured out how to add an entry. Although I'd like to make a long, overly dramatic entry gloating about my ability to make an entry, I'll resist. I suppose starting with who the hell I am would make a good first, real post; incase anyone stumbles across this and cares enough.
I've been writing for about a year now, about basically everything. Stories, rants, poems, you name it, I've probably written about it. The problem with Myspace has been the fact that both my friends and family read it and eventually use some aspect of it against me. Perhaps it's because I rant about them sometimes and it's not all positive... perhaps. So here I am, hoping nobody finds this one and encourages me to seek therapy. They're just jealous. Writing is what I want to do with my life, but sadly, nobody is paying me to write my blogs yet. I've written two novels that have been, sadly (again), crushed by publishers along with any hope they gave me. But you know what they say, "Someone who gives up on what he loves, gives up on everything that makes him worth the life he's living." - actually, wait, I just made that up, but for a brief moment it sounded pretty philosophical.
So who am I? Wouldn't you like to know... aw, fuck it, I'll tell you.
I'm currently living in the great shithole of Spokane, Washington after traveling from place to place like a hobo with an unlimited bus ticket. I've made a few mistakes in my life... okay, I've made a lot of mistakes in my life that has sent me to nearly 8 different addresses in different states since I was 18. That's left me, at 22, with no college and, up until now, a day to day struggle with money and relationships. Okay, scratch the relationships part, I still struggle with that.
Note: There are two things in my life that I absolutely love; writing and my puppy, who is, by default, better than you.
I'm in love with a girl who happens to live half a country away from me. Today I told her that it's best that I back off and not talk to her for awhile, because apparently being head over heels in love with someone so far away can be really damaging to any sort of emotional stability I have going in my life. Go figure. I don't think she fully understood... well, I'm not sure I fully understood either.
I've started working graveyards at my new job, which is mildly depressing. I think I've lost my entire social life along with any normal relationships I had going, but it's given me a lot of time to focus on writing and make friends with insomniacs that aren't really all that interesting, but they're up at 5am when I'm bored.
Anyway, I'm a rather open book, but tough to explain. I'm going to be posting here way too much, that much I know. I've found most people that read these things have a form of ADD that kicks off after a certain length of reading, so I'd best end this now.
I've been writing for about a year now, about basically everything. Stories, rants, poems, you name it, I've probably written about it. The problem with Myspace has been the fact that both my friends and family read it and eventually use some aspect of it against me. Perhaps it's because I rant about them sometimes and it's not all positive... perhaps. So here I am, hoping nobody finds this one and encourages me to seek therapy. They're just jealous. Writing is what I want to do with my life, but sadly, nobody is paying me to write my blogs yet. I've written two novels that have been, sadly (again), crushed by publishers along with any hope they gave me. But you know what they say, "Someone who gives up on what he loves, gives up on everything that makes him worth the life he's living." - actually, wait, I just made that up, but for a brief moment it sounded pretty philosophical.
So who am I? Wouldn't you like to know... aw, fuck it, I'll tell you.
I'm currently living in the great shithole of Spokane, Washington after traveling from place to place like a hobo with an unlimited bus ticket. I've made a few mistakes in my life... okay, I've made a lot of mistakes in my life that has sent me to nearly 8 different addresses in different states since I was 18. That's left me, at 22, with no college and, up until now, a day to day struggle with money and relationships. Okay, scratch the relationships part, I still struggle with that.
Note: There are two things in my life that I absolutely love; writing and my puppy, who is, by default, better than you.
I'm in love with a girl who happens to live half a country away from me. Today I told her that it's best that I back off and not talk to her for awhile, because apparently being head over heels in love with someone so far away can be really damaging to any sort of emotional stability I have going in my life. Go figure. I don't think she fully understood... well, I'm not sure I fully understood either.
I've started working graveyards at my new job, which is mildly depressing. I think I've lost my entire social life along with any normal relationships I had going, but it's given me a lot of time to focus on writing and make friends with insomniacs that aren't really all that interesting, but they're up at 5am when I'm bored.
Anyway, I'm a rather open book, but tough to explain. I'm going to be posting here way too much, that much I know. I've found most people that read these things have a form of ADD that kicks off after a certain length of reading, so I'd best end this now.