Welcome Back and New Orleans

So its been suggested that I start a blog since some people have to hear the same story twice. This way I just will stop telling everyone my stories. I remembered I had this blog and instead of starting a new one. I'm not even going to bother deleting old posts, and I don't remember at all what I wrote.

So this past weekend I went to New Orleans with some friends/more than friends (why the fuck is that plural?!?!). There was so much great food, I was the only idiot that got sick and there was a lot of just overall weirdness to the entire trip. I can't really describe the way I feel about the whole thing, because to tell you the truth I don't really know right now.

I've been going over the entire ordeal in my head the past 3 days, anytime I have a little downtime. I've received unsolicited advice from friends (as well as solicited) which is great, but it hasn't brought me to any sort of conclusion. Its just really strange to lose your will to fight for something you've cared about. I don't know if that means I've stopped caring or if I just need time to regather my strength. I guess that's what I'm trying to figure out.

Not sure who all will be reading this, or if anyone will at all, but I'll share it with those who may find it interesting. I guess its turning into a journal of sort. Alright, I'm done being [insert putdown here].