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In the last decade or so, writing has not been something that I have been allowing myself to enjoy. It's been a tool to put down sequences within lab books, jot down an elegant signal pathway for the next upcoming exam, and things of that nature. In fact, my rhetoric and diction is probably that of an outstanding middle school student. Whatever. I do not care.

Terrence mentioned to me how Billy Corgan, from the Smashing Pumpkins, would write of his struggles and victories, pre-the band and I'd like to do the same.

Struggles. Hardships. It's these kinds of things that shape a noteworthy artist and it got me to thinking, what sort of repression have I undergone or am going through. I've been raised in a hardworking family, with a father who's doing his best to make sure that his family doesn't need to face financial difficulties and a mother who's dedicated her life to provide a home cooked dish for every evening meal; Applying for MI has given me my first taste of being in debt, but up until this point, money has never been quite an issue; i'm not starving, i've got a roof under my head.

my struggle has been this fight with comfort. most people i see, they are striving for financial, familial, relational, life comforts. there are many times i want those things, yet running after it leaves me unfulfilled and sickened. i'm trying to reverse what i've learned to do with my life and i think that with each hour spent, writing, playing, reading, watching, and listening, i'll be able to do just that.

my new roomates are pretty dope. brandon's from missouri and is already attending mi working towards an audio engineering degree. Nick and Margot are from New York and seeing them live their lives ahd shed some light as to what a future in music may hold.