College: what?

"Josh If you come back home from New York sporting a soul patch and carrying a messenger bag, I'll knock you out."
-Alex Harding, a fond farewell.





I go to school wearing a tie on most days.

I'm in college.

I'm just as confused as you.

But sometimes life just catches you off guard. I'm living in New York City, couped up in a mid-town Manhattan apartment and going to school in the Empire State Building, courtesy of The King's College. It's a good life but slightly terrifying at the same time. The realization has been setting in that my attempt to keep up my writing habits through the upkeep of this blog has actually given me a false sense of confidence going into this academic year. Professors, for instance, don't readily warm up to the unrestrained use of incomplete sentences (especially ones placed in textual limbo ex."I'm in college"-see above), run-on sentences, overly pretentious wording (bull sh*t), or overal general drivel, the whole likes of which I'm more than naturally inclined to do, especially within the undescriminatory boundaries of the blogosphere.

...Now I have to proof read.





However, my apprehensions are currently being distracted by a new-found sense of New Yorker pride, most recently exhibited last night in time square as I got to cast the degrading "your a tourist" stare at the hoard of walkers by.

Also, It should be noted that if at some point I were to show up back home sporting a soul patch, it would not be at the exclusion of other facial hair and therefore an intended look of style. Rather, it would be because that is the only facial hair I can actually grow and therefore less toolish.