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My life in 422 Words or Less. I was born Alan Patrick Austin in Farmington, during the summer of 1984. I had two wonderful parents, a relatively easy childhood. My parents still live in the same house I grew up in. My home town was quiet and quaint. I fell in and out of love with several great girls during High School. I hated High School, the school work bored me almost as much as the other students, as a result I had very little to do with either. In 2003, I went off to college in Machias, Maine. That Fall I fell in love with a great girl, keeping up with her was like training for a marathon. It didn't last, cheating whore. My sophomore year I again feel in love with a great girl. While in college I built a reputation of being a Beer Pong Champion. The college party days are something I hardly remember, but will never forget! In the spring of 2007 my girlfriend and I became engaged to be married. I graduated college that spring and we immediately moved out to Michigan. A place I will never return to. I came home single. I was offered a job in Portland working as a psychological rehabilitator, but I took a job in Bangor as a landscaper instead. In the fall of 2008, one of my old friends took a job working for the same landscape company. It was almost like college again. Since moving to Bangor, I have had several girlfriends, none for over three months. Some good girls, some not so good. I never know what life is going to bring me next. I just roll with the flow. I have recently noticed my mind and memory slipping. Not knowing if it’s a sign of some horrible disease, laziness, or one too many glasses of Scotch, its hard to tell, but this has made me rethink my approach to life. Becoming more introverted, less confrontational, and more of a wall flower hasn’t been easy for me, but I’m starting to enjoy it. I always use to go around telling people I was never wrong, and that was true, I could always figure out the answer, long before other people understood the question. Nowadays however, my answers aren’t so good; sometimes I don’t even remember my answer, or the question for that matter. This must be what all of you people feel; life is full of surprises, because you can’t figure life out. I’m one of you…
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Within the Margin of Error: Part Six

Alan sat amazed.  From time to time life treated him fairly decent, or so he thought.  The last few weeks had been a thrill ride.  He still couldn't tell if he was winning or loosing, but for the firs...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Oct 2009 18:09:00 GMT

Within the Margin of Error: Part Five

"I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away." -Kurt CobainAlan's head was a jumbled mess.  Dark grudge songs had filled his jukebox where once there h...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 18:32:00 GMT

Within the Margin of Error: Part Four

It was all Alan could do to keep himself from crawling into the fetal position in a dark, warm, familiar corner.  His physical pain was almost unbearable.  Head to toe, there wasn't much that didn't h...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 20:37:00 GMT

Within the Margin of Error: Part Three

Alan watched the clock strike midnight.   His alarm was due to go off in four hours.  The lack of sleep was frustrating.  Wishing he could sleep, never helped anything.  He reflected on life as of lat...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Aug 2009 21:02:00 GMT

Within the Margin of Error: Part Two

Alan sank down into his leather armchair, drink in hand.  His body a shattered husk of what it once was.  After weeks of almost straight work he felt that there were more torn muscles then anything el...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 18:54:00 GMT

Within The Margin Of Error- Part 1

Alan awoke to the song Paradise City.  Tangled in the blankets he struggled to get an arm free, eventually he turned off his alarm clock.  For the next fifteen minutes he took an inventory of his body...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 18:23:00 GMT

Public: Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (CJD)

Many of you have heard me already reference "Mad Cow" during conversation.  I felt that it was about time that I sat down and wrote a bit about it.  The technical name is Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (CJ...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 17:44:00 GMT

Public: The Taker

The Taker by Kris KristoffersonHe's a giver, he'll give herthe kind of attention that she's never knownHe's a helper, he'll help herto open the doors that she can't on her ownHe's a lover, he'll love ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 19:44:00 GMT

Jukebox in my Mind

 In the corner of my mind stands a jukeboxIts playing all my favorite memoriesOne by one they take me backTo the days when you were mineAnd I cant stop this jukebox in my mind2009 has really been like...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 18:45:00 GMT

Public: Confessions of a Guilty Mind- Part 3

In 2009 I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out who I am and where I'm going.  Part of this included reflecting on past relationships and my view of past girlfriends.  A few months ago I start...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 14:19:00 GMT