Life. Period.

I am writing tonight out of complete frustration. I do realize that this is immature and probably not anything people want to read but it is something that I need to write. As a 20 year old college student a lot is going through your mind. What am I going to do with my life? Sure I enjoy some random day to day activities and thoughts that run through my mind but how does that translate into finding something I am passionate about, and that will also make me successful? Why when I know what I need to be doing am I not doing these things? I should be having lunch with CEO's of companies in greater Nashville trying to learn more about myself and what I want to pursue. What is stopping me? It's just a phone call. I should be in the best shape of my life and be getting stronger. I should be getting out and playing golf. I should be getting ahead on school work. I SHOULD, but I just don't. I get told almost daily, without fail, about how personable I am. I was told today about how I carry myself confidently and that I have wonderful presence in front of people. Why don't I get myself out there? The bottom line is, while I am still a kid, thinking about a girl more than I should, blowing off homework to be with friends, or spending my last dime to go on a road trip in order to starve myself for the remaining week, with the economy the way it is, success is already a worry of mine. So how am I going to position myself to be there? How can I begin to improve my status up against the genius from India who wants my job? So for these next three years, I can only pray my conscience will scream at me: "What the hell are you gonna do about it..."

I'm a what? A Blogger?

Well... I'm not really sure. I have always thought the word, "blog," was odd and frankly a little geeky. I guess I figured that these things were for people who did not have people to talk to. Maybe they needed a device to blow off steam, or even make up stories just for the love of writing. But as I have gotten older, I have realized that this could be something I would enjoy. Something that may even help me in the future. So do not call me a blogger. I am unique. I am not a venting 14 year old on Xanga, and I am not a 26 year old man giving what he thinks is 200, but is really two people stock trading tips. I am simply transporting my ridiculous brain into a Macbook. I do not know if this will ever be read by anyone but myself, but I hope all that may stumble upon it are entertained by my thoughts and opinions. I am very outspoken, sometimes polemic, never 100% right, and always open to argue. I love sports and creativity, two that may seem unrelated but are far from it. I am a big Chicago Cubs fan and I can all but guarantee you that if I write 100 posts, at least 17 of them will be about my loveable losers. I am young, but not stupid. I am new age, but thank God I am not Stephen A. Smith. I think I think a lot of things, but often those thoughts change. So whoever you are, I will be pretending you are Rick Reilly, and hopefully I will be good enough at this for you to return the favor. Enjoy...