Packing list

In terms of packing, I'm pretty much set. The anguish of waiting to actually go now is taking it's toll. The other day I took a picture of the non-clothing stuff I am going to bring with  me. It does appear that I'm missing some stuff or have to much in some cases, so please understand this is subject to change. After rereading that sentence I have realized I now have to justify things to anonymous internet people. Dear God, I'm one of those types.

Anyway, here's the picture. I want to take another one right before I leave too with the completed full pack list. 

At the moment I'm sitting in my kitchen ripping a bunch of CD's onto the laptop I'm bringing with. Being the poor, non college educated person I am, I ransacked my parents collection. They've actually got some good stuff. I found a weird looking album in my dad's collection by a band called the "Squirrel Nut Zippers". I had no idea my dad was such a hep cat. Listening to this rendition of New Orleans jazz done by white people in the nineties made me ponder on whether or not my parents were hipsters. If that's the case, Is hipsterism indeed genetic? These are the important questions I must find the answer to. 

"Hell" The Squirrel Nut Zippers

I have so many page views for having like no content.

The basics

Hi! My name is Max Anderson, I like long walks on the beach, and I'm taking a gap year!

 My former English teacher encouraged me to start a blog to catalog my gap year experiences. Being the flamboyant bastard I am, I was happy to oblige. So I plan to write pretty constant updates on my life for the foreseeable future.
Like most people my age, I don't have a clue what I want to do as a job. Through some self brainwash I convinced myself that all I wanted was to become an electrical engineer. So, I set myself up with a strictly engineering college and coasted on through my senior year of high school.

That was an immensely bad idea, like total garbage, as politically correct New York detectives would say, a heaping load of crap.

After the school year was done, and real life was kicking in, I realized that the curriculum at my chosen school was too narrow. There was no other option if I decided that engineering wasn't my cup of tea. Still, I kept on trucking and believed that the feelings of dread were normal and would go away when I started college.

The picture below is A1 spot on

Little did I know, my parents had caught on to my plight. After an exciting day filled with activities that I remember nothing of, because it was utterly unremarkable, I came home to both of my parents sitting at the kitchen table. 

IT WAS AN INTERVENTION. 

The conversation went something like this: 

"Hey Max, you should find a different school or something."

"Uhh...Why?" 

"You're obvi unhappy fam."

(Cue violent cussing, anger, confusion, and a joint fight to curb the urge to find the nearest blunt object to use as a maiming weapon)

The conversation changed my look on things. So, a month before classes began, and week after I had met my roommate, in what still holds as the most nervous moment I have ever had, I unenrolled from college. Since then, I have taken full time employment at a grocery store and plan to Backpack Europe for the winter. I figure it's a good way to spend the only large amount of free time that I will have in my youth. 

Neat!