Prelude:

I was glancing at past blogs that I have written; they brought me to the conclusion that my writing structure, vocabulary, and word choice have taken a plummet for the bad over the course of only a few years. I directly associate this with the lack of consistent writing. Therefore, I shall make a commitment to have my writing travels stay on a undeviating path; writing more consistently and hopefully more intelligently.

Body:

compulsive physiological and psychological need for a habit-forming substance

The centered italicized text directly above is the definition of the word "addiction." I think that word describes my life best now. Not in the sense of drugs, because I don't do drugs. But this word more or less describes some of the things that have troubled me recently. Specifically drinking, partying, smoking, chewing tobacco and such things. These are things I'm doing my best to put behind me. Which, so far, I'm doing better than I thought I would be doing. I have not drank or partied for about two months now. I've had a few sips of beer now and then but really nothing more. I haven't consistently smoked for about two and half weeks, I may have had about three cigarettes in the time period. Which is very good considering how much I had been smoking. Yet, with the disappearing act of smoking that I'm trying to perfect, has come along a smaller habit of chewing, in replace of the nicotine fits that I have. By saying smaller habit, I mean I don't enjoy it as much, I don't use it as much as I smoked. Quite frankly, it's simply disgusting. I would really like to quit that ridiculous habit as well, but at times the feeling of impossibility is quite near. These tethering addictions are some of the main things I'm working at in my life. Working a ridding myself of them.

This summer I somehow managed to acquire a job at a local BP Gas Station. Not quite sure how or why I did that. I was warned by many of my friends that it was a poor life decision, but my stubborn being decided to tune them out. They were right. Minimum wage and hours maxing at twenty-one a week rakes me in about seventy to ninety dollars a week. Almost enough to cover gas only very few fun things on the side, and definitely not enough to save for books for school in the fall. My oh my Ned, what were you thinking? I've worked there for about a month and half, and a two-weeks notice has already been filed by said Ned.

This is really all I feel like saying for now. The blogs to follow will be much more fun and entertaining and full of wit and surprise. And for now readers of the world and universe, I bring it back, ENJOY YOURSELF.

NATHANIEL DREW KIMMEL

Telling a young child not to eat so much candy because it rots their teeth is like telling the rain to stop falling in torrential down-pours--Nathaniel Kimmel