Yeah, I know I haven't been keeping up. Shut up.
Lots has happened to me in the last few weeks, so I will abbreviate it by only posting the absolute necessities.
Sold the car. Got a job. Got back with my love. Broke up. Got back. Broke up. Got back. Broke up. Got back. Vaccinated. Thought I had cancer. First kiss. Tubed. Started making a bucket list. Lost ten pounds I didn't need to lose. Ate, drank, was merry. Smashed my finger really bad. And my toe. Learned my name autocorrects to "Lincolnshire." Fixed a friend's computer for myself. Watched Forrest Gump. Shed a single manly tear. Got an accordion. Got a cell phone.
So, anyway, I'm starting college in the fall. Big deal, right? Exactly, but for one main reason. I will be my own man, except on weekends, when I go home for food. I'm majoring in Physics, and oddly enough feel like I should join the theater club. I always did like acting, so I figure why not?
I have been thinking musically lately, as in I have been doing some mental songwriting. Nothing concrete yet, but it's decent stuff in my mind. I really need to carry a notebook with me when this stuff hits me, because by the time I get home, I forget what I had. All I remember is the name of my good one, "Heart Stains."
I need to write this stuff down
