Mellabox

As of late there has been something on my chest that I needed to get rid of. There was a period of about a month where I wore my image in shame. That was a period of cheap and deplorable behavior. I dropped my glasses in the toilet and continued to wear them. In my defense, it was at home, it was an empty toilet, and I set them in a gallon of bleach for six hours. Oh but the shame, I never heard the end of it from my girlfriend.

So I'm beginning to see what the rave about blogging is. I feel so bored that the only thing that I want to do is write it out. I hate poor weather because I don't like dressing for it. I am doing a disservice by covering up this hot bod, yeah  it's exactly what it looks like. You know, now that I think about it, I wonder what all the hot people from high school are doing now. They're probably reading this blog, yeah, that sounds about right.

So I have a speech for Business Communications class tomorrow and I half-assed chose the topic of space. Well, little did I know just how fucking prophetic it could be, and I'm just talking about space tourism. If tourism kicked off we could literally be in a utopian space society in 100 years. Needless to say it's a badass speech that I will definately post after I finish it, hopefully it doesn't bomb. Okay I know this much: tourism=colonization=globalization=world-wide space industry like space mining and solar harvesting.

Woah.