Progress, I got it!

Okay, so book update: 5 chapters in and I've covered my current self, the tenacity of my being the the repetition of history, and my childhood (mostly). I think the next chapter should be on the ever-changing definition of self.

Aside from that, this book has been like smoking weed with all my past selves.

There's little 5 year old me toking on a fat blunt in nothing but Ninja Turtle underwear.

In the corner is confused, hormone-ridden pre-teen self almost refusing a bong hit.

And who would bust through the door wearing red chucks and a business suit than future self with a pound of weed and enough rolling papers to make a post-it note jealous (I know it doesn't make sense, but let's see you try to make an analogy for large amounts of paper)

*(I suppose I could have said enough paper to make a tree cringe, but who really reads this anyway?)*

More on shit as shit happens.

_L The Diehl.

Holy geez!

I just noticed something!

I'm writing a book! My life has meaning! Others will read it! I could spark an interest in me! My life on this infinitesimal speck of dust out here in the cosmic nothingness has meaning!

AHHHHH!

An introduction. Take from it what you will.

This blog was created to keep me updated on how I've been doing on my autobiography.

Just who am I? You'll have to figure that out for yourself.

Also, the term "Autobiography" is a bit heavy handed for what it ultimately is (this is the books subtitle, by the way): A Collection of Thoughts and Figures

I quite often don't make sense, but that's just the way things are. If I don't understand what I'm doing and I'm just going along with it, you should go along with it too. I'm quite the ride when viewed properly.

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That is what our country was founded on. I challenge the last part to the fullest by questioning everything I come across.

Just what is happiness? The way it's worded there implies that it's a destination and not a state of mind. I say let happiness be it's own reward. That is to say that since I woke up this morning because some inconsiderate bastard came to look at some water problem my roommate has and he woke me up, I should be happy. Fuck that.

Happiness is more like Luck. It's odd.

Back in Kindergarten they used to mispell (that's so meta) my name as Luck. It kinda pissed me off, but looking back I'd rather have all the luck, both good and bad. It would be kinda drab if it weren't.

I'm Luke T Diehl. And I'm writing my own story. Fuck fate.