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I am here at my hotel Notre Dame, and I am so happy to have this laptop back. My brother forgot to pack it in his car, and I was afraid someone had stole it. It’s worth a lot of money, but the thought of losing all my writing is devastating.

I’ve learned to just type out any random idea that pops into my head. There are too many things to think about in life, and the last thing I need to do is waste brain power trying to remember things. I’d rather free up that space for new thoughts. So I type.

They found my laptop bag at the camp and sent it up to me. Whew.

I barely made it out of Georgia on Sunday. My paper tickets were in my laptop bag, and the people at the airport couldn’t help me. I leaned against the counter for TWO HOURS and while they pecked at that computer, called for tech support, called in managers…it would never end. In desperation, I bought a new ticket just to get me here. It cost a lot of money, but I had to get out of there. I was going insane.

The first couple days here at Notre Dame has been wonderful. I missed the conference last year because I was filming ‘The Gauntlet’. It’s so much more peaceful here than it was there.

I am back at my parents’ house in Georgia. Dad gave me a tour of the basement to; show off all his painting and remodeling. It’s really good to see something new around the house. I don’t need a time capsule of my high school life every time I come home. I like to see change.

I am so happy to be here with my family. It’s been almost six months! So I’m going to close this laptop and start catching up with my blood.

7:40 PM
Dentists are a lot like friends from your old high school. You don’t see them too often, but when you do, you want to look your best. It’s been three (or four) long years since my last trip to the dentist, and I was scared to death.

The lady looked sad when I told her it’d been a while. I felt like I owed her an explanation. I lied down and she stuck metal tools in my face. I don’t know why they try to make conversation, but they always do. She was fun to listen to, but she had a hesitation in her voice, like she was just warming me up for bad news.

She called in the dentist and he was disappointed in me for waiting so long. I felt like crap. He poked and poked then told me, “Well you look great. You must’ve been brushing well the past few years.” You’re damn right I did. I hopped up and wanted to give them both a hug.

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I’ve never been into plumbing. Now that I think about it, I don’t know anyone who is. But today I got up early and tried something new. My sprinkler system has been broken for over a month. I am going away for a couple weeks, and I don’t want to come home to a crispy yard.

It took several hours and three trips to Home Depot. But I think I fixed the problem. I would describe the problem and how I fixed it, but it boring the first time and I can’t suffer to write about it.

When we were little, Mom and Dad made us clean the house before vacation. It was always a blast to come home to a clean home. So this week I’ve trimmed the front trees, mowed the lawn, cleanest each room, bathroom, and the kitchen. I even reorganized and swept the garage. I replaced seven dead light bulbs.

I’m not doing this just because I am going out of town. I’ve been alone and have had nothing to do. Matt Maher is playing music at Camp Covecrest in Georgia. And the the lovely Candyce is chillin’ at the beach all summer. I do miss her.

Well, I have to update my other sites, so I’m going to end this here.

I’ve been thinking about how I am growing up into an adult. In November I’ll be 26, beginning the slide into 30. But it’s not just may actual age, but how my life has changed and evolved each year.

People really depend on me to make things happen. My cell phone died while I was on vacation last week. There were 14 messages waiting for me when I got back into town. Most of them were adults wanting to talk about big projects. It was exciting to click through the messages. I’ve put myself in a place where people expect a lot from me.

I expect a lot of myself. I have a lot of personal websites I am working to make excellent. It’s not the same as it was when I launched this site five years ago. Now I do it with confidence and certainty.

I have a real-life house with a real life yard. I am determined to make it more beautiful than any other house in my neighborhood. I am 25 and competing with guys twice may age.

My personal life has evolved too. Candyce and I have become an autonomous couple. We don’t push ourselves away from other people, but we spend our free time together because our lives fit together. Whatever the day holds, we are able to do it together. Ironically, I still feel independent.

My ‘Real World’ life is always changing. It’s been almost four years since my show first aired. Yet people still stop me around town all the time. I have no illusion that this will last forever, and that is fine.

Going on the show was a freak situation; rarely can someone attain fame and influence with such little work or credibility. My MTV bigness was built on years of hard work from the production company. Authors have to write for years. Artists have to paint fervently. Musicians spend night after night in the studio.

I know that I will have to earn my way back up to that level of influence, and I am excited about that journey. That’s the good life as an adult.

I woke up at five this morning to take Candyce to the airport. We were both delirious from sleep deprivation, so the 20 minute ride made for some funny conversation.

I am going to miss her. Here I am at a coffee shop and it’s 7:30 PM. Normally I’d rush home and we go hang out. But I’m flying solo for the next month. Her family is taking a big road trip around the north east. Then she’ll spend the rest of the summer at the beach in San Diego.

It’s better this way, I figure. For the next couple months, I am only in town for a few days before being gone again. So I’d rather her be with her family than be alone in Phoenix. I miss her though.

I’ve been sitting at this coffee shop for over an hour. I just came across this place, Mama Javas, this afternoon. I saw they had free airport Internet and couldn’t resist coming back. The coffee is delicious and the vibe is just right. The red neon sign makes the Harley outside the window glow with sexiness. I could sit here all night. I hope this place does well.

(Southeast corner of 36th Street and Indian School)