Bulletproof.... I wish I was

So. I've started a blog. This should be interesting. Interesting because I really have nothing to say. Interesting because I am a horrible writer. And when I say horrible, I mean it.

I've decided to start this blog because I need a place to vent. Myspace is lame. Too many people can see my Facebook. To read this... You must make a conscience effort. Point and click. Navigate away from main page. Whatever.

I, Mel, am creatively blocked.

I have very little inspiration. Zero, even. I also have very little motivation. I attribute this to my frustration. I am frustrated with this town and the people in it. There is nothing here. Nothing to do. Nothing new, anyways. I think it is safe to say that I have not met a new person in years. I mean, I've met new people... They just know someone I know. Murfreesboro is the epicenter of Armageddon. Everyone here is connected. Somehow. It's ridiculous. Seven degrees of Kevin Bacon? Try seven degrees of Murfreesboro. I guarantee you can connect everyone in less that three.

It's frustrating. The two things people do in Murfreesboro.... Go out and drink at the lame bars. Stay in and smoke pot (and/or drink). It's, like I said before, frustrating.

My lack of inspiration also stems from my lack of love life. We aren't even going there. Tonight.

I need a change of scene. Simple as that. Something new. An added spice. Something that will actually entice me to come out of the house.

I think I need to move.

But... where ever you go... there you are....

Currently listening to: The scientist by Coldplay (I know, right?)