I haven’t written much lately, and I don’t really know why. I have plenty of crazy stories that I could write about, but I suppose I’m just too caught up in living them than writing them. I’ve been so busy, I haven’t even checked my email in 10 days. When I do have some free time, I spend it spacing out and listening to music, mesmerized by the obnoxiously ugly fan on the ceiling of my new room.

I guess you could say I just don’t think very much anymore. I don’t have much to think about. Life is drama-free, exciting, and fun. I’m having the time of my life, partying every night, making huge wads of cash waitressing, and meeting all kinds of awesome people.

I think I’m just much more amusing when I’m depressed and pissed off.