Captains Log: Star Date, 13-3-2010, 1842 hrs
This log will document my journey through culinary school, love, hate, sex, drugs and, well, everything else that effects my life.
My name, though it does not really matter, is Brandon Scott Newbill and I am a 20 yr old frack-up. I will not bore you with the beggining of my life, but rather i will start here. Today. Now. I sit at my desk in my garage, drinking this sugary poison called koo-laid listening to Luthor Vandross, thinking of why my life is the way it is. So far all I can come up with is that I made the wrong choice. My wrists ache from the Gods know what, my neck is stiff, my back in so much pain and the only thing I can think of is getting laid. Seeing as how I am not the most attractive guy around, it is no wonder I can not find tail. Sometimes I hate being alive so much, but I am to afraid to die. So I drown away my depression and sorrows with video games and music and food. Why can I not find one good thing in this world worth living for? It does not even have to be good. Just something. I sit around all day, when I am not at ACI, thinking of what I want and can not have...If I start into this so early no one will want to read what I say next. Just know that living in Glendale, Arizona, the way I am, is almost as bad as being dead.
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