Me

I'd rather not sit here and enter information on incoming students into the system. No, I want to do other things. I wish to listen to Confessions, blog, tweet, and text while being paid by the state of Maryland. How to revamp this blog...I saw Ray yesterday and we small-talked about blogging. It's a small, dying subculture. I refuse to let it go though. 5 years and counting. My personal release.

It's easier for me to write than to speak sometimes. Though I can rap, not 16 bars but like a mile a minute about who knows what going everywhere and beyond and having trouble getting back to my original thought but ending on something only to return to it later and politely give the other person the floor as though a conversation with me just be moderated as though it is a debate, but best believe if there's an argument I will get my word out and I will go IN. Exhale. Smile. My bad. I'm simply complex.

And I walk through life as an observer. I listen alot. See alot. Think alot. scratch that. THINK TOO MUCH. So my thoughts run rampant. I just cant afford to share them all with any and everyone. So I choose to write a blog that the world can see. The most public but still quite private. Because only those who seek, will find. And only those who listen, will learn.

Once you know how something works on the inside, you'll never be able to see it the same again. Introducing The Other Me.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You're far too kind.