and finding myself bored, down on my luck, down in my spirits, and spiraling towards alcoholism.

fuck it, happy st. patty's.

been spending my days either getting my ass kicked in company of heroes, driving around and wasting gas, ruining other people's relationships or getting stoned to whacked out videos on youtube.

going home soon. cant wait. i remember why i got away from this place, why i moved back.

if you have any plans of checking out south florida, let me tell you something - there's nothing here. there is no culture. there is no paradise. there's a couple trees, some freeways, a ton of over-rated condo buildings, awful drivers and a crappy stagnant beach. it rains almost every day.

my past journal, "moving back" is a load of crap, even though I was right in making this move. it's made me appreciate all the more what I had back home. all the opportunities available to me. all the resources and friends i had to help me achieve and succeed in life.

its a little ironic, that part in "Synapse" by Bush that goes "where the heart is" should be playing right now.

two weeks and counting.