I am the only one who thinks I'm going crazy

Hey, so I took a month and change break from writing this blog. In fact I think I actually forgot I even had a blog for awhile there, crazy. Not that anyone reads this besides Brad and Shawn and well, myself, in addition to anyone who might stumble across the page in the vast ocean that is the internet. Really writing on here is akin to writing in a "private" journal and then tossing it open on a table in front of a bunch of people hoping they'll take a moment out of their busy lives and read what I have to say.

And what do I have to say? Well, you dear reader have caught me at something of a transitional period in my life. By that I mean I have a lot of shit going on. I graduated high school on thursday and haven't been very sober since. Not that I was very sober beforehand but I think that prior to thursday I was just doing the whole high school party thing and the past few days I've been doing the grad party thing and now that period is over so I'm either going to be doing the incoming college freshman partying thing or just skipping right to the future alcoholic partying thing. Or maybe the wild and crazy Hunter Thompson-esque author partying gig. Cause I'm publishing a book and all, right?

Yeah, I am. I mentioned that I was writing a book back in some older posts and my hiatus from blogging was largely because I was finishing the book and high school at the same time. And now it's been accepted, I'm publishing it. I send it to this one pretty cool publishing company, and I don't care if they accept every single submission they recieve because I'm still going to be the author of a book with a cover that can be purchased at large chain bookstores, so fuck you.

I have a new girlfriend too. She's this girl I thought hated me for awhile. She was dating my friend and seemed (to be honest) like sort of a standoffish bitch. Then I kinda inadvertantly indirectly incoherently snaked her away from him (sorry bro) and after their break up we talked a lot and boom, relationship city. Turns out she's one of the coolest girls I've ever met. Worlds away from The Ex, as I've dubbed my...uhm...ex. She was fun for awhile and I'm pretty sure I've vaguely mentioned vague feelings for her, more lust now than affection, but my current gal is a superior specimen, I reckon. Maybe that's subconcious bitterness talking, or maybe it's because I can make jokes about giving my friends blowjobs (me, not her) without getting an eye roll and a disgusted look.

This blog probably would've been more in depth if I had written it Thursday night when I had originally intended to, but I got real drunk instead. In fact, I have drinking to do. I'll try and get back to this thing in another month or so. Stay uninterested.