Take Me Home Country Road...

To a place where I belong.

Well if you know me, you know I don't live any where near a country road, but I was just looking for a good blog title.

So here I am. Back in the glorious, resplendent and refined 216. ha!

Its cool being here though, I still love this decaying city. I wish there were more jobs though for goodness sake. The job market in these parts is completely dry. That part sucks. Its nice being home though, in the familiarity. Where everybody knows your name.
College was cool though, quick, but cool. It really wasn't what I expected, perhaps I've watched to many movies. I expected a lot more chaos but after the first month or so I realized its just like a high school you live at. Nothing really new on the scene except, obviously, the atmosphere.
I'm not sure what all I should say on college, I mean there is so much. There was some really awesome people and some godawful people and those in between. Some people I came to know and love and it is a little strange not to have them around. There was some or maybe one person I liked especially more than others, but only one person figured that out all year, luckily it was the least threatening person I know. Anyhow, I'm not exactly sure why I just wrote that into a blog and you're probably thinking so why don't you just delete that? Pffft, that would make to much sense!

But now I am back. None of that really matters right now, the whole college scene is on pause. Except for the financial aid, oh God. Financial Aid. How I loathe the necessity of that office. I mean honestly just because the place is like a giant ass high school on 'roids that will allow we the students to get better jobs, shouldn't give them the right to vulgarly over charge. Oh and books? Don't even get me started on that bullshit. Books for $100 a shot, are you people out of your gourd? Does anyone know what it costs to print those pieces of shit? Pennies on the damned dollar.

Now I am just hanging out with my good old friends from my childhood. My grandma is like dying. My mom is going to have to move. I have no job and yeah. I guess this is the morbid section of this post. Honestly though, I'm bullshitting at this point and I don't like it so I am going to stop. This was to forced so take this post with a grain of salt. The first paragraphs are genuine but this last, ugh.