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Well technically I don't have an audience yet since no one knows that I'm doing this, except Amy of course, but as you (when I say you what I really mean is the collective, plural you consisting mainly of Amy) will inevitably learn, she doesn't really count as an audience. Anyway, to start things off, lets talk about me. After all what the hell else is there to talk about? Lets start with what I am exactly. That's sort of tough. I can definately tell you what I'm not. I'm not a writer. Well not technically anyway, I mean I am writing so I guess inadvertantly I am a writer but you know what I mean. I'm not a politician. I used to be. More on that later. I'm not a rockstar...yet. I'm in college, blah blah blah, learning, blah blah blah, life experience, blah blah blah. Mainly my life consists of blah blah blah. Apart from the blah blah blah, I'm an aspiring musician. And physicist. I can't decide. I figure I'll eventually fall into something. That's the primary way in which I plan my life. I plan to fall into things. I plan that someday I'll fall into something big and become rich and famous and free of bloating. Cause right now I'm bloated, on a completely random and unrelated note. But one day, hopefully soon, I plan to not be bloated. Aside from the bloating, life is pretty good right now. Classes are less than impossible, sleep is abundant, Amy's cool, and the ice tea cooler is especially sweet. Nothing beats ice tea cooler. So no complaints, for now. But complaints are my specialty so expect them in the future. Anyway, this being my first "entry," I won't launch into any long, drawn out, but hilarious stories. I'll save that for my second and subsequent "entries". Also, unless someone emails me, I'll assume that no one is reading this, and write accordingly. Night.
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