Going to the Extreme... sort of

So I thought I was pretty adventurous moving half way across the country. I barely knew anyone out here and I was set that I would make it on my own. And I have... I've got a job in a time when that is not an easy thing to get, I've made some friends when it could have been so easy to have kept to myself, and I've had some pretty interesting days going on adventures.

But, sometimes I still feel like such a boring person. I was in a throw-back kind of mood on my drive home, so I rocked out to some Avril Lavigne: "I want to know that I've been to the extreme. So knock me off my feet. Come on now give it to me. Anything to make me feel alive." (Anything but Ordinary)
For all the evenings I spend watching other people's lives on TV, why don't I go out and do more exciting things? I really have no excuse. I do want to go to the extreme, well maybe not the extreme extreme... I have no plans to streak through the Common any time soon, but I would like to spice things up a little.

Ok, so now that we're up to date, my life plans are to write more, rediscover my creativity, and live more excitingly (is that even a word?) Oh yeah, and to KEEP THE OPTIMISM!