48 Hours - To hell with the compass

(For those of you who've been here from the very beginning. Love to you all.)

As you may recall, the very first post I ever did was on a blog completely unlike this one. In fact, the only thing that's held true (aside from me writing this) is the adress in that there web bar. I recall, this was once known as East Coast Blog Project, or alternatively The East Coast Blog Project.

I remember the first post I ever did, shouting proudly to (interestingly enough) the most readers I've ever had (about eight?) Then again, I haven't the foggiest how many of you read this, though I'm reasonably assured plenty of people do. I shouted about confusing compasses, escapades with ex girlfriends, first kisses, parties, music, bets, finals, and whatever the hell I wanted. Which may be why people stopped reading it.

This blog has endured a hell of a lot, and seen more than a few people rise and fall as bloggers. Which reminds me, it never hurts to take up the reigns again, peeps.

Plenty of things have happened on this blog. I've quit (twice, but I never announced it), come back, ruined friendships, stayed up all night making ridiculously horrible posts that lack the quality I cling to, the quotable Cara Clarke and the reader favorite: Me.

It's quite alarming to me that now, after nearly 6 months, I'm approaching the 100 post mark.

Alarming.

So, in news, I got my bike back, it was thrilling, I felt beast, and can still do crazy shit on it. I'm blowing off my homework, and listening to Ain't No Rest for the Wicked. It's sweet.

Eddie wears eyeshadow. I can't get over this.