Howdy, internet. I painted my face for a picture today and it won’t come off. But that’s not why I’m here.

Recently, I’ve been doing a lot of self analysis and I’ve come to the conclusion that my attention span is completely shot and that if I take steps to regenerate it, I will be a happier individual overall. More reading, more writing, all of that. I’ve also come to the conclusion that I am an internet junkie and that needs to stop. It really needs to stop. Especially with college looming over my head like a noose. I need to stop pissing all of my time away. This led me to the decision to severely limit my time on microblogging sites: Facebook, Twitter, especially Tumblr. Also smoking crack, I’m giving that up, too. But mostly the microblogging thing. The two vices I am keeping are this website and Instagram (I’ve grown weirdly attached to Instagram over the last few months). I feel like it will be healthier to put all of my thoughts here, where I have to use proper grammar and actually formulate complete thoughts, instead of going onto somewhere less formal and continue being a degenerate. So. Yeah. If you want to continue hearing from me and seeing my work, I suggest you come here. I’ll probably be updating much more frequently, especially since I’ll be filling the void left by everything I’m giving up. See you on the sports field, champ.

Hey guys, look at this thing I won at Robert Morris today. Actually, I think that this is the first time I’ve ever really won anything outside of my school. I submitted a shortened version of this video and it won best documentary.

Those of you that know me know that I’m an abysmal public speaker. The people that handed me my award, however, were not aware of this fact and as they handed me the thing they told me to say a couple words at the podium. I didn’t know what to say, so i eked out the first thing that came to mind – “Life is arbitrary and inherently meaningless,” and I stepped back from the podium and went back to my damn seat. You think I’m joking but I’m not. I don’t do well under pressure.

Speaking of not doing well under pressure, I had a doctor’s appointment today. Again, if you know me, you know that needles really freak me out. Blunt trauma, knives, snakes, mental anguish – all of that I can handle. I don’t even blink at any of those things. But even so much as hint that a needle is in the room or that a needle will be in the room at some point in the near future and I amp up pretty quickly. In fact, I think that might be in my medical records. That I pace and hum when I know I have a shot coming. Because whenever I need a shot, they don’t tell me until five minutes before the needle enters the room. And then they restrain me. And it’s embarrassing. I swear I don’t mean to do it.

I don’t really know where I was going with that. What’s the word for the fear of needles? Nah, I don’t need that. I don’t fear them. They just make me very anxious.

Hello, internet! I’m just here to apologize about the lack of meaningful activity these last few  days. I’ve been really busy trying to keep all of my plates spinning these last couple of months before I graduate, and to be honest a lot of things are going really wrong and I want to cry but I won’t because I am a mother effing adult now.

This small break from constantly producing has made me want to do more actual blogging about myself on this site, which is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time but never actually do because I rarely have more than a sentence or two to say about anything that happens to me. Which I’m trying to work myself out of.

I never know how to blog in a setting like this without sounding self-involved or egotistic. I’m much more adept at microblogging sites because they allow me to be as stupid as I want with no real consequences aside from the scorn of my family and friends.

Also, I stayed in bed until one PM today, which is something I’ve never ever done before. I think I’m depressed about my life. I’m going to start eating more potassium.