Middle to the present

I had smoked for about three years. All though I'm only 18 years old, that does sound pathetic, I know. It was always a way for me to relax, or kill time as I called it. I am not going to lie, but smoking is enjoyable to me (Or was, rather). All of the people I was hanging around usually smoked, so I did it too. It's natural, it just happens like that. I was always afraid of being caught, you know, the usual teenager fear. That was a social event for me. The reason I have been blogging about smoking this whole time is because as of tomorrow, I am a 100% non-smoker. The nicotine will be out of my body. This is such an accomplishment to me. But I want to thank some people, first. Nikomas Perez is the man who put the whole thing together. This was his masterminded plan. Thanks, Niko. Ted Krohn was my accountability. He was the muscle that kept me bound in a non-smoking bind. Thanks, Ted. Stephen King was the man who would call me and give me encouragement. Although he did slip a little at the end, I really appreciate him helping me out. A lot of people did make it easy for me to slip a few times, but that's OK, I got past that. Last of all, I want to thank the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings, and the Savior of my life, Jesus Christ. Prayer and hope kept me going the whole time. Thank you, Lord for everything.

Now that the smoking rant is over, I will continue my 3-month-delayed story. All the bad people had influences on me. I started smoking pot, I started drinking at "partys"(Which I really don't understand why they are called parties. What are they celebrating? Getting wasted? That's something to celebrate!). It was just a bad time for me. I started getting into more parties which led to me experimenting more. I tried cocaine for the first time in my life at age 15. I did acid at 16, I smoked crack at 16, and I ate shrooms for about one and a half years. I was confused! One day I was smoking pot and got a phone call from my dad, telling me, and I quote "get my ass home." Of course I obeyed and hurried my way home. I get there and both of my parents are at my house... They have been divorced for 15 years. Well, needless to say, they were confronting me about a "drug problem." Which it was, don't get me wrong. They found out I was smoking pot, they told me Intervention style, and it was gone. Just like that. I had no urge to get high! To this day, I consider myself to be anti-drug. I love my life! But there is a vice which I still have. It's not an addiction or a problem, I just still drink at "parties." Does that make me a bad person? I don't know. I am still a confused kid.


Well, working at the bank is officially one of the greatest things to ever happen to me! I drive a 1998 Chevy Cavalier Z24 which I financed through this bank. I have a girl friend, Sarah, of a year and a half. I love my God. I have a passion for music. I consider myself a really good card player. I love the Cubs! Go Cubs Go! I am in school to be a Physics teacher. E=MC2. I make good money and my bills add up to a decent amount of money less than what I make! I am a mommas boy, but I live with my dad. Me and my dad bond over one thing: Texas Hold'em Poker. I have a ton of families (The Homerding's The Burns The Krohn's The Pate's).

I have gained 25 pounds since quitting smoking. I have anger problems. I am pretty sure I have anxiety issues. I have trust issues. I am very easy to "trigger." My prioritizing skills are horrible. I drink sometimes. I swear like a pirate sometimes. I forget who means the most to me. I don't show enough affection. I drive like a jerk. I lie sometimes.

We are all bad people sometimes. I try not to think of it as being so bad. All I do is erase it from my mind and beg the Lord for redemption. Don't let it get to you. That was my problem!

Well, now you know about me. Maybe I'll keep this blog updated someday!