Ponder ponder thought thought.

I'm sitting here at my desk in my dorm room on the third floor of Rhoads Hall, at Indiana State University in Terre Haute, Indiana, 47809.

I'm sitting here and I'm thinking about some people and about some things. I'm thinking about myself and my grades and my classes and my future and who I AM. I'm thinking about Madeline. My ex-girlfriend, but more importantly the one person who knows me probably better than I know me. And I'd wager to say no else knows her quite like I know her. I'm also thinking about my other best friend--Paige. Three years younger, two hours away, met a little over a year ago, and yet I have so much love for her it is ridiculous. And then there's Adelaide. She's going to be Madeline's roommate next year here at the good ole Normal School of Education (formerly). She's become a good friend to me over the last month and a half since we began conversing, and I'm thankful for that. And as I'm typing this I'm also thinking about Nichole. I've known her since I was about 7 years old. Seven, for God's sake. I saw her earlier today for the first time in weeks, and it was like no time had passed since we saw each other last.  And as all of these thoughts of self and these important people come to mind...it just keeps piling. I keep thinking of more and more people, and I'm realizing how small I am, in the grand scheme of life. But not in a depressing way. It's more like, we are all interconnected and all play a part, or some metaphysical bullshit, you know? But I guess that's what I feel like right now. A puzzle piece or a strand in a web. Is the puzzle or web going to still exist without me? Yeah, yeah it will. Is it going to be the same? No, it's not. That's...an okay place to be. I love my mom and dad. Both of them. I just want to throw that out there. Nothing to do with this blog. But I love them. And I love my sisters and I believe there is a God. And I don't believe that God is going to throw you into a fire pit if you don't become best friends with his son, even though his son IS a really cool guy. These are all just some thoughts floating around and I'm reaching around and grabbing them and translating them to the best of my ability and transcribing them here with my interweb-ink on this interweb-paper.

I'm a boy, that's the long and short of the story.
Who are you?