He's Classy, in a Lumberjack Fashion

Not more than a month ago, I was just me.
And now I'm me, with a bit of you.
Not much may I add, but it makes me realize that I hardly know myself. So this, this one is for me. Conceited? Ya, sure! We'll go with that, and least to say, I am not ashamed. I love me. I love what I have become, and I love how strong I am in certain things. I am, however, not as strong in others. I have let people down as of late, and made new friends just to push them away. For that I am truly sorry. I get in these ruts. These Ruts that will take an astronaut to hell. I have a bit of a complex you see, one that if I have some sort of dramatic thing occur, I must counter it. Recently, I quit a high paying job that I have had for a bit over 2 1/2 years. I countered it with getting my septum pierced. And to be honest, I loved it.

But Utah hates it. Utah has grown on me. It has proclaimed itself as home to me. I know it wont be forever but I love it. This Summer will bring questions that could break or mold something I've been working on. How do you know which way to go. Stay or leave. Right or U-turn. It's all a game really. Just like those books that if you want to go one way turn to page 89, but if you choose the other please flip to page 54. And I am someone that knows without a doubt that everything happens for a reason.
So let the games, and U-turns begin. I couldn't be more unprepared, but thats the best way to live life; by giving it all, even if you're not ready. This will be the best semester. Hello Spring 2011. Bring it on.