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Since I turned in the poems that were due today, I don't have much going on other than my snooping through all of my old videos in tribute to the video that I made yesterday (other than the fact that I said "y'know" about 3497 times. That should not be celebrated). And I have discovered that there is some hilarious shit in my videos folder that I sadly may not be able to display on the internet due to some friends who do not find the embarrassing shit that was documented to be very flattering. So I have been digging for a while to find something that I can possibly show you in an attempt to invite you into my life a little bit more than my writing has provided. Surprisingly, just because I write, that does not make me any less than a visual person. So I figure I'll touch base with both.



Freshman year of University was one of my more enjoyable years of earning my English degree. The parties were exciting, the people were amazing, and the stress level was on minimum. I was lucky enough to run into and be a part of a campus with so many friends from high school. I miss all of them, even when so many are still attending. It's not the same when two or three members of your group leave, even when the remaining members still stick around. I guess that is just something that I am going to have to get used to. People graduate, they move, get married, get their own damn lives. My own life cannot depend on them sticking around for me. But I am allowed to look back in reminiscence and remember the good times.

Here's to you good times.

If you are offended by awesome sideburns and sexy people, do not press play. 

I repeat, do not press play.