My first adventures into the blogosphere

Where to begin where to begin. I've wanted to start a blog for a while because I like reading the blogs of others. Sometimes people I do know, sometimes people I don't. I especially liked reading the blog of the one and only Kitten Meow Meow. Anyways, I didn't start one because everytime I would sit down to write something, it would just be me whining, and really, who wants to hear another middle class white kid whine about something? Not me, but unfortunately I'm stuck with myself 24/7 so I get to hear a lot of whining from that demographic.

Now onto the whining. These past couple weeks have been pretty stressful for me because I moved out of my apartment and back in with my parents after having not spent even one night under their roof for a full two years. It hasn't been nearly quite as bad as I expected it to be, but it's still not fun. At first it was pretty bad because I had absolutely nothing to do, but that has gotten better with the addition of cable and a tv to my room, and their birds finally learning to shut up so I can read (my parents started rescuing stray birds after theirs flew away in June. They have 6 of them in our dining room). Really the worst part has been that I've been suffering from a huge lack of sleep which has in turn caused me to develop jaw clenching and backaches which I really could do without. I now subsist on maybe 3-4 hours of uninterupted sleep per night. The lack of sleep is due to noise and heat (they keep our house at 78 degrees) and some other factors. I also really miss playing music. For me it's a love and hate relationship because I love doing it, but I am a perfectionist so any little slip during a live performance and for me it's ruined, and anyone who saw any of our early performances definitely witnessed me throw more than my fair share of tantrums (telling Corey Feldman to fuck off, trying to quit my own group in the middle of a set, etc). Our early performances sucked anyways because I never actually learned any of my lyrics and I was learning to play bass on the fly. I'm bummed that we had to quit playing right as I began to shape up, and when people started to notice we existed and weren't a David Bowie cover band.

But hopefully all the stress will be over soon because in a week I will be departing indefinitely. I lost my job and I live with my parents, so I figured now would be a good time for me to set out into the unknown. I've lived in Columbus for 22 years and it's frankly not good for my mental health. Looking out my window at never changing emptiness of suburbia makes me a bit sick to my stomach. There's nothing left for me here, I'm being stifled and I can't grow as a person. I've been pretty good about keeping my departure a secret because frankly my friends have been flaky lately so I didn't really care. I didn't want to tell people I was leaving and have them pull the "oh no we should hang out before you go!" card. I was here all year and that wasn't conducive to your schedule apparently, so I'm not going to change mine so I can pretend like we had a blast this past year. If you're a good friend of mine and have seen me in the past month, I've probably told you. If I didn't...well....
I think the biggest reason is that I didn't want to pull a "see you I'm outta here and never coming back!" and then end up right back here in 6 weeks like that time sophomore year when I told everyone I was moving to NYC. whoops...

Anyways, that's probably all for now. This blog will presumably get much more exciting after I leave because I can update it with pictures (note to self: buy camera) of my trip to wherever I may end up. Maybe Florida, maybe Alaska, maybe London, maybe to the moon. I also plan to just add links I like here as to keep them off of facebook, random thoughts, songwriting diaries, etc.