canadian geese flying over my house as i try to come up with a neat-o title

Waking up, bleary-eyed, my desk full of useless shit. Most of it doesn't even help my writing: a six pack of PayDays; an iPod shuffle; bath salts; chapstick. Little things that get in the way.
My name is Caleb Bouchard, and I'm in my second semester of college, now. I should just preface this new blogging presence by saying a few of my posts here will be intertwined (aka "writing prompts") with my English 1102 class. We've starting by talking about food, and the first response asks us to pick a meal we ate recently, list each raw ingredient and I forget the rest.
Last semester, I maintained a blog on Tumblr for 1101, which was more in the professor allowed to be more of a "free-writing" thing. Every week you just had to post 300 words.
I worked at a club in Marietta, GA from August to December last year, so a lot of my entries stemmed from my experiences there. The club booked a lot of underground music, particularly in the death metal vein. The owner, Lee, is the frontman for a performance art punk rock band called Treephort, and I occasionally filled in as "prank monkey" during their shows. They still play shows, and they've been around for some time. "Nerdcore 'Til The End," is their motto, and you can check out some of their music and live shows here.
I am a writer. It's what I do best in life, and it's what I love doing most. Though some people who have read my stuff says it's funny, I take what I do seriously. One day I want to be able to do it full time. "Influence" is a vague term, but a few of my most enduring ones include Henry Rollins, Lydia Davis, David Sedaris and Richard Brautigan. Steve Roggenbuck has been a strong motivator in recent months to be proactive about my writing. He has also taught to not be afraid to take risks in my writing, to be myself in my writing, and to think creatively about how to share my writing.
In the following weeks and months (I don't say years, because I'm something of a social networking nomad), in addition to the writing prompts about all the disgusting shit I put in my mouth, and elaborate bouts of verbal diarrhea, I will post links of where you can find my writing, for free, online (as well as in print). In the meantime, you can follow me on Twitter for more of me writing about me, or check out my mad Morrissey reblogging skillz here.
I adore Morrissey.
I'm so happy to be alive at the same time he is.