4:43 AM

So it is definitely nearly 5am and I have insomnia. Blah! I should be sleeping! Instead I’m here- I don’t know how I ended up here. Weird. Severe boredom perhaps? I searched “20 something’s” lifestyle in Google not expecting anything in particular- just something to waste the time until my eyes grew heavy and behold- I found this blog spot. I’ve never blogged before so this should be interesting. Well take that back, if you call outlining your day and commenting on this via instant messenger through away messages.
Sooo my life
I’m 22, I graduated from an insanely expensive school. I can say I received a stellar education. I know what I’m talking about and I can hold my own when it comes to business and marketing. It’s kind of weird. I’m respected by many of my peers for some reason unknown to me. I started my own business- and this is probably why I cannot sleep or at least haven’t slept since I graduated. I completely under estimated how much work and stress I would undergo doing this whole thing. However, I guess I am one of those people who love stress and cant function without it. Im freshly addicted. Money is good- It’s just dirty paper.

Change it up-

I watched the Democratic Debate tonight with my parents. Im happy to see more young people getting involved and being concerned with domestic and foreign policy. I’m a registered Republican- but I lean more towards Independent. I’m pretty mixed when it comes to issues- I’m conservative when it comes to money and self reliance, and liberal when it comes to gender, class and sex. As I listened tonight about what our potential next president from the Democratic Party, I realized that I really like Obama. He’s a pretty nifty dude.

Blah…business is sucking the life out of my creativity. I havnt written a decent story in months. All I do now is write prospectus and marketing bull…I do not lie- I sell. Fun job. Im a publicist for the Fireball Run- a company I helped start my junior year of college. I interned originally doing marketing for their event and it turned into a pretty big deal. It’s always fun to gloat and drive to campus in a company car- Lamborghini to say the least. College was a good time. I miss it a lot. Real life as they call it seems surreal. More like I lived in a dream in college and now im faced with more pressure- to succeed and not fail- what I write now isn’t for a grade its to sustain my business. If I screw up its not like I can make it up. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking on eggshells and my mask of sanity will slip and ill just become this obsessed 20 something that cant let go of his business. Dude. Im going to bed now. This blogging thing may be pretty neat. If anyone reads this- I’m surprised. I need/ should row on the lake this morning- I feel fat.