I have on a pot of Seattle's Best coffee. I'll ad a bit of Best Yet heavy creamer and a bit of Bruno's brand sugar. It's probably Best Yet as well. Fuck, I don't remember. That's some corporate sloganeering if I've ever seen it on the Asswipe Chronicles. Too bad they don't pay me for it.
How was your Thanksgiving? Mine was alright. I ate too much, watched Alabama win the Iron Bowl (fuck you, Auburn fans, you were outscored 26-7 after the first quarter) and drank too much every night. Seriously, with the exception of Sunday (because Etowah County is dry on Sundays), I spent every night of the break at Antonelli's or Babe's. I'm glad that my mother and sister don't know about this blog. I'd rather them not know that I go to Babe's.
I hate this time of year, the span from after Halloween to the New Year. I really do. It makes me blue as hell. I'm going to be way more honest with you than I am being with anyone in this blog. I'm lonely as fuck. Seriously. I see all these people in town and at bars and they're together and happy and shit and I can't help but wonder, what the fuck am I doing wrong? This is way to personal for my own comfort, but I'm being serious. I may not be the best looking person on the planet, and I'm kind of a dildo, but c'mon. This sucks. Seriously. I don't even care about not getting any. I just want to be able to talk to someone at the end of the day that isn't some random person at a bar that I just met. Someone that doesn't give two shits about me being an asshole. That's all. That's all that I ask.
I'm fucked. I know I am. No one is going to put up with me. Who the fuck am I kidding? At least I'm not resorting to dating sites. I've seen how effective that is with my family.
This post is pretty pointless. Finals are next week. I'm really stoked for this semester to be over with. Lucero are playing in Birmingham again next Friday. SEC Championship this weekend. I really hope Alabama can beat Florida this year.
Before I came back to Tuscaloosa from the Thanksgiving break, I spent a while walking down the railroad tracks in Attalla. It was great. I always love getting between the cars, especially at home. I saw some open boxcars on the tracks and it reminded me of when I was a little boy, when my Paw Paw would take me and my brother down to the tracks and put us in the boxcars. We would just sit on the edge of the doors. I'd usually get scared that the train would take off, even though there never was a locomotive attached. I cherish that now. I saw some awesome tags on the cars. Tags that made me think that people that I want to know have been through Attalla before.
I've been thinking about hitting the road for a couple of days over the Christmas break. I don't know where I want to go. Maybe Tennessee. Maybe Georgia. Maybe Mississippi. I just want to see a place that I've never been before. Someone mentioned something to me earlier about going to Montana over spring break and I think that I'm going to take him up on it. I've never been that far west or north before and I want to go. I think it would be good for me.
Alright, I'm done now.
Until next time, goodnight all.
Not a music video this time, but this train is coming up the tracks that I grew up on and walk down when I'm home. On the other side of these tracks is my grandparents' house and the house that I lived in until I was 17. Norfolk and Western doesn't exist anymore, by the way. This was about a year or two before Norfolk and Western merged with Southern Railway to create Norfolk Southern.
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