It’s 2:30 in the morning, and I’m watching Walter White try to smack a fly with his Clark’s Wallabies. The ceiling fan of my dorm room is clicking like an over loud watch, the internet is freezing breaking bad every 30 seconds, and I have insomnia. So why not start my first post. I think in these moments when my mind is too preoccupied to rest, I get delusions of grandeur. I dream and prepare for these grandiose plans, and it is not the start that get’s in the way, it is the middle. So even though this is the beginning, I hope it is not an end. I hope that I can look back at this singular post that no one will probably notice, and be able to appreciate the distance I have traveled and the accomplishments made. Not just goal discarded by the way-side. Because firsts are not as important as middles.