I'm Writing This To Form A Habit.

I'm going to be really honest here, there isn't a whole lot to say. Some more time went by, and I'm still living in Austin, working my new job and enjoying the whole of it. Money still sucks and is constantly ruining any chance of being in a good mood, and I'm still considering some alternate form of income short of illegal activities. So I'm writing this merely to form the habit, so that I don't let this blog get away from me. Please do not take this as some form of literary punishment for reading this, I just need to do this for my sake, so that when I do have something relevant to say, I will have formed the habits necessary to do so.

I spent last weekend in Dallas and Denton. My good friend whose wedding I will be one of the two best men at (the bride couldn't pick one maid of honor) This does mark the first time I went back home while living here and to be honest, it didn't have a great impact either way. I thought I would terribly long to be living there again, which I wasn't. I thought after going out Friday night with my claque I would miss them all. There is something to this, I miss my friends, but to play the cold hearted person for a moment, I'll make new ones. Hell I already am. This is not to say I will not miss my friends, I do dearly. I would love to see all of them all the time, and once I get really settled I will be doing all I can to regularly visit them, or if they come down here I will do whatever I can to see them. I do miss them, they will always be there and I will always be here for them. I can just make new friends, and have little trouble doing so.

I might have something with a girl up there though. It could be a haze of loneliness and alcohol, but there's a girl in Denton who I kind of dig, who I believe kind of digs me. She'll be moving to Houston in late July, which still puts her a hell of a long way away, but it's somehow nice just having the impression that she appreciates me.

So all of this having been said, things have been uneventful. It's akin to those slow news days where some reporter on the local news, obviously annoyed, has to report about the local chili cook off.

I'll be back next week at least, even if it is only to regale you with tales of what I've eaten.