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I have never been one to diminish the value of the written word, nor have I been one to subscribe to it. I haven't given enough faith to the power of textual communication outside of the 140 characters of the Twatspace or the casual flip-flop of SMS back and forth between me and my unrequited, undeserving, underserving lover interest of the very second.

Writing, however, does hold a lot of power, and blogging, as it has assumed the role of internet graffiti, both important and pollutive, seems the most appropriate form of self-divulgence with a hint of a helping hand to the reader.

What am I saying in all this, o ¿lo qué estoy diciendo exactamente? Welp, not sure. No sé, Pedro.

I would like to begin this blog to avoid the decadence of head-up-my-own-ass-ery, and rather begin the blog as a form of expression, a platform if you will, to continue to expand on my time on The Real World: San Diego, and to keep progress of my time on The Real World: The Real World.

Why?

Because I am so important!

No.

Simply because I am twenty two years old. I am a work in progress - a New Jersey shopping mall under construction trying to beat the Mall of America for the top spot. I seek the truth in everything I do and give back nothing less. I am unapologetic for who I am, unwilling to forgive myself of my misgivings, and constantly trying to rearrange and grow.

And for all of this, I am on hundred percent sure that there are others who seek to do the same thing. Who seek advice, who seek a sense of community and who deserve a shot at the one pseudo-profound one liner from a random blog that helps to change their day or simply their mood in that moment. Everybody is owed that tiny game changer and I am confident that somewhere in my ramblings some person will find himself or herself feeling just that much better, or a tad more informed, or a bit less uncomfortable, than I did, or he did or she did or it did before.

Fo'get about grammar because I was never and English major. Spelling, sure I'll try.

There will be mistakes. There will be drunken posts. There will be sad, pathetic, self-indulgent, man-I-wish-I-could-turn-to-a-pint-of-ice-cream-but-who-actually-does-that-anyway-in-this-day-and-age-without-thinking-of-a-disgusting-rom-com-type posts. And I will be there to help myself, and to help you, and to offend everyone in the process.

But mostly, I will be me, and I hope that all of us can take any growing that is to be had as a twenty two year old in a new city, with reality tv in his back pocket, and education that cost far too much but means the world to him, the readiness to take on any job and the combativeness to fight until the end for what he believes in.

Cool, brah, so you've got a blog.