Journal 1- Intro and Alicante

To me, blogs and tweets are everything that is wrong with the world today and are the epitomy of mindless misuse of precious time and energy. I could write a thesis on the stupididy of tweeting what your doing or thinking for others to see. I could write an entirely seperate thesis on the stupidity of the population for following and caring about what others are thinking and or doing. If I had a dime for every time I gave a shit that Rome thought Cutler was faking his knee injury I'd be a very poor individual.
With that said, Blogs and twitter are some of the fastest growing modern applications this world has ever seen. I've sworn I'd never become my father, but as he constantly bitches about kids and "their damn texting" I'm getting an ominous reflection of myself... Besides, with over 200 million bloggers updating and tweeting constaltly, I'd better grow up, take the bad with the good and explore this fast-growing phenomenon before It passes me by. As a smart man once said, successfull companies listen first and sell second.
-Just to clear that up

But with a blog in mind I've decided to blog my journal. I studied abroad in Alicante Spain last fall and my parents gave me a journal to keep while there. I actually used it a lot and am keeping up with it in Boulder this semester. I've decided to blog about my journal and all the work I put into this damn thing.
*One other note; I decided to keep the etchasketchpro title cause I want to keep that up as well.

I started with the Journal timidly, not knowing what to write really. The first story with any significance was this:

I forgot to write about this when it happened, but a few days ago when coming home from the post office, un hombre se callo en la calle -a man fell in the sidewalk in front of me. I helped him up, asked him if he was ok and told him to be careful- all in spanish. I walked away pretty cocky after a clean, all spanish interaction. About a block later I thought, "hmmmm, I'm all sticky." Apparently when the hombre fell he severed a pretty major artery, because my hands and shirt were covered in blood.