Well I just checked my entire blog history, and realized I have started 5 unfinished blogs in the past few months.

All of them seemed to begin in roughly the same manner: I spend a few paragraphs trying to explain my lack of blogging, make witty comments as to why I stopped, and then I completely lose interest.

So I apologize for the lack of explanation as to why I haven't kept you all informed with every detail of my life for the past several months, and I'm going to pretend as if this is just another regular blog post from being a senior in high school, or something.

Actually jk I'm going to do a quick recap:

Currently 19

Still rockin' the Spec V

Still in a very happy relationship (8.5 months as of this post)

Still at WSU, currently a sophomore majoring in communications*

Currently living off campus in a house with four bros: Randy, Ben, Robert, and Uris (pronounced yoo-ris)

Coffee. I've tried a few times in my younger years (primarily during the high school days*) to drink the stuff. Here is an organized list as to why I used to hate it:

1. Its kind of a jerk. It fools you into thinking it will taste absolutely delicious with its nothing short of incredible* smell. Then you have a sip, and it tastes like pain, anger, and yourparentsnotgivingyouapuppy.

2. What is with the insane digestive issues that seem to follow in its wake?

3. After the first two reasons, I assumed it should have some sort of effect on me. It didn't.

While I can't say this with absolute confidence, I am relatively certain that coffee's complete lack of effect on me during my attempts at utilizing its abilities was largely due to the fact that this was also the time when knocking back a monster or four at midnight would have caused me to stay awake for maybe another twenty minutes or so.

I mean seriously, the fact that I am not dead from heart failure or whatev kind of blows my mind sometimes.

As for the taste, this calls for a long winded explanation involving my girlfriend, cooking, and my non-confrontational personality.

Mallory is great- and extremely tolerant of a lot of my bullshit habits, quirks, etc. One of the things she is slightly less tolerant of is my extreme and immature picky-ness when it comes to food.

So when she comes around my place to prepare a dish of some sort, and I find that it has onions or something in it, I tend to just suck it up, and suck up the food.

And you know what? I'm starting to like a lot more stuff.

That being said, when it was 8 in the morning on a Monday and the world was dangerously near receiving a kick to the face from me, I instead accepted a cup of some awesome smelling dark liquid, and proceeded to down that stuff like keystone light water.

I have to say, I was shocked by how friggin effective it was.

With this new discovery came a new habit: having a few shots of espresso on Sunday night around 9pm, and getting pretty much all of my homework done for the week.

It's worked pretty well up until now, and seeing how this is the second week I've attempted it, it may be rather short lived.

*Communications major: Please, send all of the shit talk now. I'd really love to get it out of the way, I don't say this at all because I find it offensive, but just because I've heard it all before and it has completely lost its humorous effect. Someday when I'm a bartender getting by on the tips all of my engineer majoring friends are leaving me, I may regret my decision to go with a major that I am legitimately enjoying at the moment, which will hopefully land me a job in a field that I will have a slight passion for. Kthx

*High school: I'm not gonna be "that guy." I promise- that guy who, after being on a college campus for a few hours excitedly proclaims "WHOA college is so much cooler than high school was bro! Its like I can do whatever I want and stuff because my parents aren't here bro! Bro! BRO!"

I will however speak for a moment or two about how much I don't miss high school. Yes, there are a few things that I will fully admit were enjoyable- parking lot lunches, hanging out in Turner's room actually getting shit done, not having to walk 20 minutes uphill to get to class, etc.

What I think I miss least is the people.

What I like most about the change is the difference I have seen in myself. As opposed to sweaty awkward red faced Sean who cares deeply about what everyone in my immediate vicinity is thinking about me, I am now sweaty awkward red faced Sean who really couldn't give a fuck about what people around me are thinking.

So when I walk into class with my gym shorts (g)aviators, blue vans, and unkempt hair, I just kinda feel like this guy.

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