10:46 PM
At least it was 10:46 when I typed that. Google decided to save it at 10:47PM, using their autosave feature. How nice of them. I'm currently using the Wi-Fi at Full Sail building 3B, typing away because I couldn't sleep at home. Hell, I really can't sleep here either. But it's comfortable, and gives me something to do while I wait for my 12 hour shoot to begin at 1:00 AM.
I've got to be honest, I'm probably just typing this out because I remembered that it still existed and I thought I should update it. But while I'm here and I've got your attention, I'll try not to waste your time. Today was my last day on my podcast, Undefined Gamer. I said farewell to the podcast on it's 30th episode and I built that show up to where it is today, with Michael being a huge part of it by my side. He was more crazy about the show than I was, and he put probably more effort into it, which is probably why I knew I was going to leave it behind.
I feel like I've truly left a lot of things behind, like I'm finally growing up. Sure, I'm still immature, crass, and sarcastic, but even my humor doesn't feel the same. I know that sounds deep, or that I may want it to sound deep, but don't look to much into it. It's just something I've noticed a bit.
10:55 PM is when Google autosaved this entry, yet I typed this part at 10:57 PM.
You know, this is the first time I've actually written something in a while. I have a lot of ideas that I usually get on paper right away, but lately I haven't been doing that. This school's probably wearing me out. I should start drinking coffee.
Note: If I ever start drinking coffee, I want you to punch me in the gut every time you see me.
Second note: Make sure it's coffee. I get hot chocolate from Starbucks a lot.
Third note: Tricking me into drinking coffee, doesn't count.
I feel like posting this up already but I still haven't said anything. So, I'm going to keep going until I say something relevant because I promised that I wouldn't waste your time. Although, to be fair, how important is your time if you're reading this? Not to sound rude or unappreciative but I don't consider myself a great writer, and neither should you.
On second thought, that does make me sound rude, and pretty much turns you away. What I meant to say was, I'm a great writer, and you should keep reading because I am great, and I appreciate it.
Wow, that makes me sound pretentious and pompous, doesn't it? Ok, how about this? I'm a decent writer and you're a decent reader. Happy?
Just came to realization that I actually do have the same dry humor intact that I said I didn't before. So much for that.
Have you ever wanted to tell people stuff that's going on in your life, but you don't want to sound like a gossipy bitch about it? Lately, I can't seem to shut up about it. I must annoy the hell out of my friends. This actually has nothing to do with anything but it might explain my erratic blog entry. I think I want to tell people, and I think I want people to care, but I think I'll just keep it inside. For now, at least. I'm not exactly the Twitter type to always tell people what's going on, and then be shocked when someone finds out something they weren't supposed to know all because I posted it onto my wall on Facebook. Dumbasses.
My internet just crashed. Luckily I had saved everything beforehand so nothing got lost. Hurray!
Anyways, I guess I really don't have a point. I just want everyone who reads to know I haven't forgotten about this, and I will try harder to get new and cool stuff up. Hell, some of it might actually be meaningful.
