Ch-ch-ch-chaaanges.

Shit. It's been a while. I've been living in the land of social networks and split second communication. Blogging is not really part of this world. Entirely too many letters. If it can't be said in 140 characters or less, it's not worth reading. Oh, which reminds me I should twitter that I'm updating my blog....
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On second thought, no. I don't think I will.

So then, when was the last time I actually talked about myself on here? Dec. 15th. I wish I could say that I've done things since then. Visited strange and wonderful lands, eaten bizarre food.

There is one thing I haven't shared, that anyone who reads this already knows so what's the point really? I suppose I can put down in nearly ordered and slightly more thought through, the thoughts about it all. The thing is I'm gay. I came out to my parents in Nov. (The 17th to be exact) and guess how many times we've talk about it? Zero. Gooo Catholics! Denial, we can DO that.

Alright, so I'm not completely broken up about the whole parents thing. Honestly, it's better this way. I think my dad is ok-ish with it. He's always been the tough guy that would do anything for his sons, so he tacitly accepts it. My mom though, she is not happy. I think she's trying, but her faith has always taken first priority. I'm not complaining, it's shows a certain strength of character. I wouldn't be the person I am today if she wasn't the person she is. It's just... sometimes it makes me sad that we can't really talk anymore. At the same time though, I don't think I would REALLY be able to talk about the guys I've dated with my parents. I mean, ever. This is going to be one of those death bed things, I can feel it.

ALRIGHT, whatever. Getting rambly. And running out of time. I'm taking a break from practicing. That's the other big news. (Almost a year and I only have 2 big news items, Jeebus)

I'm going to school. Well, BACK to school but a REAL school. University. I'm freaking out. Auditions are on Thursday, and I'm not prepared. I'll get there, but it's gonna be WORK. My shoulders are still sore from yesterday's session. Ugh, I want this so badly. It's retarded. I don't NEED things. But this... I need this. I need to prove to myself that I haven't stopped growing, that there is more for me to do than teach piano for a miserly. smarmy guy and make coffee at a coffee shop. To be fair, I really do like the coffee thing but as a career? Not so much.

Whoops, there goes the timer. Back to the keyboard. Thanks for reading I guess. I'll try to remember this exists a bit more. Peace.

It's my birthday!

So!  Today, 24 years ago (give or take some hours) a new baby boy came screaming and slimy into this world... ME!  :D  

I had to work this morning, at 7:45, which is gross but I'm not actually working because there's no one here.  Which is fine with me, yeeaahh.  

And as we all do when these times roll around I've been taking stock of my life, reviewing things, remembering things and just generally considering "The meaning of it all".  And I've come to a conclusion;  I need to think less.

WHO CARES what's already happened!?  The past is past, we can learn from it but we can't live in it so let's all stop trying!  There are changes coming in my life, big ones, and they mean scary and unknown things.  But what they could lead to is SOO much better, how could I not take the risks?  

So this is the deal.  Well, not a deal 'cause there's no alternative, but this is what is going to happen.  I am going to continue doing whatever I feel is best and necessary and you all are going to deal with it, and probably be my friend.  You won't be able to stop it, just let it happen. It won't be a bad thing, I'm a good person.  I'll even make you laugh every once in a while.

Bye now, I'm gong to go celebrate.  Don't know how yet, but it's gonna be fun.

:)