I promised I’d blog about my car crash, so I guess that’s what I’m doing.

As weird as it sounds, one of the first things I thought of after I crashed my car, right after I checked to make sure I still had all of my bones (I have them numbered for just such an occasion), was that it would be something cool to blog about.  That thought was actually made even more strange due to the fact that I didn’t actually have a blog yet.  But I’m getting side tracked.  Back to the twisting of metal.

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I just wrote out the story of how I crashed my car and, I’ll be honest with you, it isn’t interesting.  Not even a little.  I sat here for about 20 minutes thinking about how to use more ‘active verbs’ or ‘flowery language’ or ‘porno’ in order to force the story to be interesting, but it just isn’t happening.  What is interesting is this: I had fun crashing my car.  The last thing I planned on doing that day was slamming the back end of my car into the concrete divider of a highway at 60 mph, and I’d certainly never do it on purpose.  But even right after it happened, I kinda thought to myself, ”that was pretty effin’ cool.”  Imagine a roller coaster ride where from begining to end you are fully aware that you very well could die right where you sit.  That sounds a bit morbid reading back over it, but I’m telling you, a car crash is the purist’s roller coaster.

You can pay to jump out of planes, it won’t be long before people start buying tickets to slam late model American cars into obstacles on a highway.

After I wrote the title to this post I realized that it might, at first glance, be mistaken for some really dark/emo entry.  Hopefully, you, the reader, have had the patience to read past the title and realize that it’s not (for those of you who were actually looking for something emo to brighten up your day with…sorry(?)).

I’ve come to the realization recently that a number of things in my life are ending pretty abruptly.  I mean, most of them I either saw coming or were supposed to end by now, but I’m not exactly one to prepare ahead of time.  The big one is my shift in lifestyle.  For the past 4 years I’ve been a college student, doing all the things that college students do (the ones that aren’t lame at least).  Now I’m getting a real j.o.b and I’m supposed to get drunk considerably less frequently.  More importantly I’m moving to a city in which I know a total of about 3 people. 

I feel kind of silly blogging about this, it is something that pretty much everyone does at one point or another.  I don’t really know what I expect people to say when I tell them about it “Wow! you graduated from college this year like millions of other people?  And now you’re pursuing a career?!?  What are you? Out of your god damned mind?!?”

Still.

One thing that did end recently (to my surprise) was the existence of my car.  For now, suffice it to say that I crashed it.  Maybe I’ll blog out that story a little later.

Anyway, think I’m gonna go home and play Dolphin Olympics 2.