So whether you are aware of this or not (and I am not all to certain as to how you would know considering how highly personal I am), this is my seventh, yes SEVENTH, attempt at starting my blog.
I have lamented over and dragged my feet for longer than I care to admit in this process. It seems so funny, it's just blogging it's not brain surgery or a first date. I have no idea why it is so hard for me to do something that I know I need to do. But here I am, and I am doing it. And. . . by the way the band CAMINO sounds like a @DietPrada 1975 especially on their track "2/14". Please comment below, email, text, tweet, DM or courier pigeon me if you agree. . . wait what was I saying?
(I think as this progresses it will be more of a conscious stream of thought over anything else, and that's just my own prediction about my own blog, that I am just now starting. . . for the seventh time.)
Okay! Think "blogger" Liam. What do bloggers talk about?
Alright, so yeah this will be predominantly a typed stream of consciousness for me and I'll dive deeper into it on a later date but the reason I originally wanted to start a blog was so I could have a journal to chronicle my life. You see I have a really bad memory, and that sucks no matter who you are, but for me it really sucks (another topic for another day) so I really want this for me to be a device to remember.
Last night Adam and I went on our second date to an FCC game (Football Club Cincinnati) and they played some MLS Canadian team. We had great seats right behind the home team benches, which was perfect for impressing a date on his first time to a professional soccer game. FCC won the match which was a win-win, fivesure.
When we were entering the stadium the guard told me I had to finish my bottled water (which I had planned on siping slowly) or throw it away. And for some reason I chose to drink it quickly rather than toss it. So Adam got to see a rare "Perrier" version of Liam that night (also a story for when my children are older).
We stayed after the game and watched the fireworks from a cement perch that Adam knew about above the stadium seating. That was definitely the best part!
I chose a second date that was close to his home, he is a DAAP student and lives off campus in a frat. So he felt comfortable there on his territory and this gave us an opportunity to walk around campus and "escape" if we had to later.
He is so cute and easy to talk to. Reminds me a lot of my Uncle Pheonix physically and a bit socially as well which is not at all a bad thing.
Anyway, we hung out and it's all cute and whatever but I end up not getting home until around 2 am! Which would be fine if Caroline, my best friend, wasn't leaving for LA that morning at 8 am and I knew I would never wake up in time.
So I stayed up *sort of almost* all night.
My night after I left Adam went as so:
I arrived home, drank two bottles of water scary fast, made the choice to get in the pool at night all alone. Probably felt the most serene in months as I just laid at the bottom of my dark warm pool in the dead of night and stared up at the stars as my own breath floated to the surface of the water. After an hour or so of that I walked around outside, stretched, then watched an episode or two of Sherlock on Netflix, and around 5-ish am I moved to Caroline's front porch where I texted her to look there in the morning for something and proceeded to fall asleep until about 7:45am when I woke up just in time to help my girl pack her things and send her off.
Okay, it's late now and I want to keep this first one short and simple so I'm cutting it off here and going to bed.