Life of a Knife
Hello you beautiful people. Usually when I post a blog I take time to think about what I would like to convey to my lovely friends here on korn.com. But not today. Today I am freely typing and I vow not to click the back space button once… unless of course I misspell something or make a blatantly obvious error in grammar.
How is everyone? Good I hope. Great, actually. I hope you are all great. Because you are some of the coolest mother fuckers I’ve never met.
I am doing wonderfully these days. I’m starting school at the end of the month and, while my classes for the first semester sound more like a form of medieval torture, I’m excited to start my first year of college and figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life. I know I, like many, complain about having to write essays and read copious amounts of seemingly useless information. But in reality I love it. I love learning. Maybe not the actual act or the grueling work that goes into it but I absolutely love expanding my mind and becoming an overall more informed person.
In addition, I have been eating healthier and exercising more frequently. I’m actually starting a bet in a day or two that legally binds me to 30 minutes of physical activity a day or I will be forced to record an extremely embarrassing video of myself dancing in an extremely silly fashion. But fear not, I don’t lose bets often.
So there you have it. A small insight into my rather uneventful existence.