Being a Fiend

Is anyone else a  fiend of some sort? I decided today that  I  am  officially a  tobacco fiend. First off  let me say I do  not have  an  addiction.  I have no urge  to  smoke  unless I am in the state of  smoking. But I  am a  fiend  when  I  do smoke. I  feel like that  kid  who takes two inhales of a cigarette and its gone. I love it.  Well not  cigarettes. I  actually invested  forty dollars in a good pipe (not  for the  cool  factor) for the pure sake  that when i do  decide  to  let out my inner fiend at least its as enjoyable as it  can be. Fuck, that's good stuff. I  mean it tastes  good. AND you get a  slight buzz. Not  unlike the feeling of coming down  from smoking weed. Which  I do not like.  I  tried the whole weed thing out; smoked a lot, but decided it wasn't  for me.  I  have  too much anxiety  to  enjoy that high. Not that I worry about getting caught,  but just  the guilt. I  try to  tell  myself its  okay, but there's always  that  little ping of guilt.

So  I lost my pipe on my last  drunken  splurge of  Freshman year. I  don't  remember smoking it. I  remember packing it and  that  it  was  smoked. But absolutely no  clue  where it is.  I feel  like it's  some sort of  sick metaphor. You lose  things. They don't come back.  You might  try to find it  and maybe even get lucky but  sometimes they're just gone.

I'm thinking on investing  in a hookah to bring back to school with me.

First Post!

So  I  gave in.  I caved.  I've always wanted to start a blog  or keep a  journal of some sort, but  was a bit of a skeptic due to those cheesy Twix commercials. But  hey,  it's a  Twix  commercial right? So I'm gonna give it a try--besides now that  my body  is on schedule  to go  to bed  at  four  am  and wake up at nine, what else do  I  have to do one those  long  nights when everyone  else is sleeping?

Now  let me introduce myself. My name is StillTheAnimal. I took that  name from  a song by Miike Snow.  Yeah  that's right; two i's. I just finished  freshman year  at Iowa State University in Ames. My  goal is  a bachelor's  in  architecture; for  those  who  know anything about  the ISU program,  I have a stressful month long wait to  see  if  I got into the  program that I  spent the last nine  months pouring  my  heart  into.  I spent my  days  growing up  in  suburbia (life's been so rough...)  aka  "The Dirty Dota" of Mendota Heights, Minnesota,  about  five minutes from  downtown St. Paul.

I find interest in a lot of things that  basically everyone my age finds  interest in. These  include the arts, drinking, music, literature,  love, style, politics, etc.; of  course, not  particularly in  that  order. These things  are  probably what I will be writing about along with  any  significant  events that happen to me.  Beware though,  I'm opinionated, vulgar, and able to find humor in things that could be offensive. So if  you're easily  offended, say something. I will thoroughly enjoy it, for it will  make my blog more  interesting (to me at least) than just  me blah  blah blahing about whatever  I'm blah blah blahing about.

The  last thing I have to say is that you should not expect any consistency to when  i post. I can promise you however a post on night number  two, (if anyone is reading yet...) and that my posts will come more often than  once every two weeks. Now, welcome to the life of the stereotypical  college  kid.