Guh.

My ducks are certainly not in a row.

Proud To Be an American!

Yesterday I (along with the rest of the country) witnessed history as the American people elected our first African American President.

Last night was one of the happiest, most exciting, inspiring, touching, proudest moments of my life. I remember learning about the civil rights movement of the 50's and 60's as early as Elementary School. I remember my Dad telling me he was sure there would be a Black President someday, but probably not in our lifetime because, unfortunately, there is still quite a bit of racism out there.

This is not only a Victory for Barack Obama and Democrats, it is a victory for the African American community. It is another huge step forward in this amazing country, and another step closer to fulfilling the dream that was once had by Martin Luther King Jr.

My (our) generation has a huge opportunity to make a difference. Let's go for it!

Old Mold

Yesterday was my 24th Birthday. Wow. Maybe it's because most of my friends are a few years younger than me, but I really feel old. It makes me realize just how far behind I am compared to just about everyone else I graduated with. I'm finally doing what I need to do, but I really can't wait to get it over with.

There are so many things I want to accomplish before I settle down and what not, and I really feel like time is running out.

Full steam ahead.

I'd Break My Neck To Keep My Chin Up

It's been awhile since I've written anything in the good old Blog. Many things worthy of writing about have happened but they are also what has kept me from taking the time to actual sit down and actually do it.

Probably the biggest news since my last entry is that I got myself a Kitty! His name is Pippin, and he is the cutest thing in the world. I got him when I was still shacking up at Stu and Hunter's place which I now regret. The little stinker actually got outside twice during the first week I had him. The first time was my fault my taking him outside (while holding him) to try and get him to stop meowing. We found him under our neighbores house two nights later, and with the help of Brad, got him back inside. Two nights after that, he actually broke through the window screen in the living room while I was sleeping. I came down to feed him when I woke up to find him gone again. This time he was outside for 3 days. We actually had to move in to our new place during this time and I wasn't about to give up on him. I went back down to Hunter's one night and waited on the porch where I left his food hoping he would show up. Well, lucky for me he did.
I grabbed him by the neck and took him home with me where he has mellowed out quite a bit.

Along with the Kitty Drama, school has started back up. I was pretty excited to start a full load again but quickly started wishing it was summer again. The teachers, fellow student, schedule, just aren't working for me so far.

A couple things that have been going great, however, are my band (stu is back playing with us) and my amazing girlfriend!

From a lack of focalin and a tired mind, I am going to cut this short. Plus I think I am going to throw up.

Me and My Aphetamine

My Blog is named "The Focalin Dairies" for a reason. I take a stimulant called Focalin, which is a drug that deals with ADD (not ADHD), and also gives me a boost of energy and motivation. The pill is in a time release form that gives off a dose every two hours over a twelve hour time span. So, if I take the pill too late in the day, chances are I am not going to sleep well. This was the case yesterday. This is a perfect example of how It's sometimes hard to decide whether or not the posstive effects of this drug outweigh the negative. I wasn't able to sleep last night because of the Focalin, but there is no way in Zeus's Butthole I'd be able to think clearly while taking my last final of the summer this morning without it.


***EDIT*** This was supposed to be posted the 16th of August. Weird.

Shacked Up In My Cupboard

Well, we moved out of the house last weekend which turned out to be a lot less painful than our move was last year. However, since we can't move into our new place for another week or so, I've been staying in a tiny little 7' x 9' room at Stu, Hunter, and Brad's new place. The house is really nice. It's also right behind our old 1911 Augusta house!

We decided to have a pre beginning-of-the-year party last weekend which turned out to be a lot of fun. It was the most carefree night of partying I've had in a long time. No stupid drama, and not one flat billed hat in sight (that I noticed).

Over the past week I've also started dating a girl who I met back during winter term in the Jazz Choir that I play drums for. I had a mad crush on her for awhile only to later discover that she had a boyfriend :( But we've been hanging out every now and then over the summer and now I couldn't be happier :) The sad part is that she is moving back to Taiwan at the end of November, but I hope we can make the best out of what time we have together for she leaves :)

Where To Begin?

The toughest part about packing for a move is trying to figure out where to begin. I hate how everything gets 10 times messier before you finally start to see some progress. I'm not sure how it happens, but I seem to accumulate a lot more junk than any of my other roommates.

I've also noticed that I am somewhat of a pack rat. I have kept stuff like bead necklaces from my high school grad night party which was 5 years ago. I know why I do it though... I imagine myself someday showing my kids these things that have some sentimental value to me, and thinking they would find it interesting. I know that when I was younger my dad would share old pictures of himself when he was a kid and I thought it was fascinating. It will be a huge letdown if I hold on to these things for so long to find out that my kids really don't give a damn about their Dad's plastic party necklace.

But I digress... We need to be out of here in less than a week, and all I have packed is one box of clothes. I was planning on taking advantage of not having class or work yesterday and use it to get as much packing done as I could. Instead I ended up hiking Spencer's Butte twice, followed by getting drunk with a room full of dudes.

Yesterday just may have been the least productive day of my life.

.... But it was fun.