Today

That's my cop-out title when I can't think of something clever. My blog has undergone a few massive changes, the most major of which was the transition between class assignment and personal rant page. My original intention was to give myself a creative outlet, keep myself writing and somehow manage to learn to be funnier in print so I'm going to try to stick to that. Just for the context - I am a 22-year-old college graduate who recently moved home from New Haven, CT back to Upstate New York.

I currently reside in my mother's house, with my macbook and snuggie in tow. Yes, I own a snuggie. My father thought that was a genius Christmas gift this year. I think it was mostly because he knew the look on my face after opening a box containing a salmon-pink sleeved and backless blanket would be sure to make him laugh through the new year. I was right. I'm also convinced that these things are flammable, and my dead great grandmother is laughing at me right now for wearing a blanket that resembles her old house coat entirely too much.

So I did what I swore I'd never do. I moved home, and for the stability of a job no less. I've always been a restless spirit which people find ironic because I've always laughed at that quote

Not all those who wander are lost,

because of course we're lost, that's what makes us restless. In any case, I would describe myself as more of a runner, and not in the literal sense. I'm talking there's a major life problem, you better believe all you're going to see is the back of me high-tailing it in the opposite direction.

In the last few months I've discovered the off switch to what I affectionately call my "neon sign". That's code for the "eff off" vibe I regularly put out to all men and most women too. I like the friends and family I have [for the most part] and spend a lot of my time thinking I can barely trust those people so why waste my time trying to let new people in? The neon sign references will be frequent, cause that bad boy has been flickering a lot lately and it's making for some good stories.

That wrap up doesn't really cover much of what I haven't written about in the past few months, but I'm going to set a goal to try and write at least once a week. Hopefully between the job in Special Education, my general compass for trouble and lack of grace will lead into some good stories.