I'm not sure how to start a blog. I suppose its mostly since my past blogs have been random rants about things in the universe that bother me. (politics, religion, etc...) But out of all of those rants. Its hard to say I actually learned anything worthwhile. If I learned anything, it was to hate. Hate myself, hate others, hate my environment and everything that surrounded me. And as many times as I've tried to let go and be at peace... I can't. Its like a bad Microsoft Windows program virus that I cant uninstall. (LOL... I would bash Windows while making a valid point) And all the while I simply accepted that my unacceptable actions were just a part of who I was. That peace was a fantasy and love was nothing but a plot-line for a romantic comedy. But I've learned a lot over the past year, and, contrary to what people might think, I am, for the most part... quite satisfied with my life.

I've learned that although blood may be thicker than water, its easy to become trapped in a sea of loyalty to people who might not deserve it. I learned that love is complicated, and men are confusing as HELL!! I learned that the ultimate revenge is to be happy and successful, because hate eats your insides like my dog eats beans (and Butterball loves his beans). I learned that a smile, kiss or touch can be worth more than any material thing. I learned the joy of simple fun, like sword fighting in the Walmart toy area. I learned that most Americans give %60 too much of a crap about daily life, and people seriously need to shut up sometimes. I learned how awesome filmcow.com is. I learned that no one in Nelsonville or Athens knows how to drive, so I should just get used to it. I learned the joys of being able to walk around naked because "I pay rent here, so... HA!!". And most of all, I learned the true value of material goods... and astonishingly, they aren't worth much of anything. What matters is the time. The calm moments of life. The smell of homemade chili, or the feel of the wind in your face when the car window is down. I'm not a Miley Cyrus fan, but one lyric that I'm sure she didn't write stood out to me. "It ain't about how fast I get there, ain't about what's waiting on the other side... Its the climb."

Blessed Be
-The Meridian Vase