I just felt like giving this blog that title. Just because. Sue me. It's been some time between blogs, and I feel like its justly so. I've been on hiatus because I've been a little depressed. I think I miss home and I've been coming down hard on myself. I fell into this trap after constantly hearing about being consistent with my work and setting goals and having a plan for myself. It's like forgetting to learn how to ride a bike. Better yet, it's like choosing not to get on the bike, and blaming the bike for you not being able to ride it. In not being productive, i grew sick of myself and was placed in a deeper hole of not wanting to do anything about it. Then I talked to my lovely girlfriend.
Me, not being the ignorant person that I am, realized what i was doing to myself and picked up the phone. I vented my emotions to her, and it was such a relief because I just needed someone to listen. I also needed someone to snap me out of this co-dependency thing I've been going through for so long(since I started college). It was also reaffirming to know that she was always in my corner. We then re-evaluated my habits and assessed accordingly.
Now, today was the day my "action plan" came to fruition. I avoided the "idiot Boxes" all day, and I actually finished a book that I've wanted to finish for months now(The dark tower series by Stephen King; It's better than most action movies). I got some extra credit done for this class that I dread going to. I worked out, which I had been going strong with doing for a while until i fell off the wagon. After doing these things, I never want to stop. A wise man once told me that the best way to crush anxiety is to just do "it." Why waste time? Time flies when you're actually doing shit. I feel more optimistic now.
Well, that's all for now, nothing I can think of to write about. I still haven't gotten as deep as I do in my physical journal notebook, but hey, anything goes. time to get ready for bed, I'm f-ing tired...
Peace Out.
P.S., Next Blog is definitely going to be about Tila Tequila.
So, someone turned Twenty yesterday. it's a feat, right? i mean, come on, where I'm from people don't see 20. Most people can say that they don't feel any older when they hit that next year. However, I've been hit with more bricks than construction workers lay. Just saying "I'm twenty years old" is a big deal to me. i feel older, damnit. I feel like a new weight is on my shoulders. a bunch of thoughts raced in my head, inspired by my peers. I need to get my license. I need my own place. I need to get out of college. I've also assembled a list of things to do before 25(which i am sure most people do anyway). and it's a pretty long fucking list. I may divulge this information later. Or not. Being 20 now just got me thinking of how two decades have passed and before two more pass I'd wanna have some stability.
Today I went through my usual Wednesday routine of waking up around noon-ish, surfing viral videos until my roommate came back from class and then grabbing a bite at the dining hall. I'd really love to change that and actually get up before 9 A.M like the rest of the world. Then, after grueling schoolwork(and a couple of episodes of The Office), i went to a Job fair with my suite mates. It was horrible. none of the jobs applied to me whatsoever, and that's no exaggeration. Strictly retail. Or military. Needless to say, the highlight of my day was the pizza and wings in Mackin Hall. Scrumptious.
Later in the night, I was talking to my lovely mother about being twenty and how surreal it felt. My mother broke through to me when she said it's a new level of understanding. I took that to heart because i feel responsible for myself more than ever, and in order to be something, I'd have to be able to look at things differently. Life is about experience, and no one gets any wasting away in front of a T.V. or catching up with Britney's or Paris' or Lindsey's newest trial(I shouldn't even know these people's names).
In conclusion, I have a lot of sleep to get tonight, For I am going to be a part of the Today Show and may even get to talk to Al Roker himself. Me being a broadcasting nerd, this is a special occasion/networking opportunity. So see if you catch me tomorrow morning on one of my favorite channels.
Peace Out.
I'm still my favorite color at this, so bear with me. I figured I'd use this medium to convey my sporadic style of thinking. Never thought I'd be "blogging." Where do I begin? How about today? Sounds good. I wake up to my default GCH ring tone that is not as tolerable as I thought initially(I guess it's time to change ring tones), and it's my parents. I instantly realized that I had overslept because today is my parents' last day on campus, seeing as how it was Family/Friends weekend at my university.
So I jump out of bed at 10:53 AM, which gives me about 7 minutes to get ready(shower and all). Needless to say, I wasn't ready by 11. Fortunately, Neither were my parents. Gotta love the Geriatrics.
The day was pretty eventful. I downed a lovely breakfast over a mind-boggling conversation about my goals and aspirations nearing my upcoming birthday. getting older is forcing me to accomplish goals that I've set up years ago. It is also motivating me to do these things. i might divulge these goals soon. Afterwards, We went to an art gallery. I haven't been to one since i was in NYC over the summer, and the one in my own school surprised me. I was taken aback by all of the beautiful pieces of clay artwork(that was the theme)in front of me. One piece that stuck out to me was a canvas broken into two, one completely white, and the other was harshly brushed with dark earth tones, like brown and grey. The title of the piece was "mother and child." the thing that got me was that i couldn't figure out which canvas represented which person.
I assumed at first that the blank canvas represented the baby, coming into a new world, absent of sin and hurt. but then i thought, "what if the dirty canvas represents the world the child is growing up in, and the mother's purity is his salvation?" i analyzed the sh*t out of that piece. it turned out to be my favorite of the night.
A handful of pictures with my mom and pop at random places were the precursor to the parting farewells. It was a very fun weekend. I needed a weekend where I wasn't surrounded by drunken "Bro's" and self-proclaimed "Sluts" every five minutes. It's funny because i already miss them.
After Home was brought to me and then taken back in a flash, it was back to the mundane. I hit the library with Jess. Going back into the mode of things would have usually been a problem, seeing as how it's a Sunday and I'd much rather be locating a recent Jesse Jane skin flick on the inter-web. However, the visit inspired me to "keep up the good work" and "make momma proud." I guess you could say it was a productive day.
Sitting here now, contemplating finishing another disc of 24 (season 2; I'm a late bloomer) I've realized that the only thing that holds you back from your goals is yourself. Anxiety only appears when you're idle. the only thing to do is "it," what ever it may be. wow, i think little Dylan has found his motivation. Couldn't have come at a better time.
So this concludes my first post. Felt Good. Now i understand how some people can vent to a damn "web journal." The payoff is relief.
Peace Out.
So I jump out of bed at 10:53 AM, which gives me about 7 minutes to get ready(shower and all). Needless to say, I wasn't ready by 11. Fortunately, Neither were my parents. Gotta love the Geriatrics.
The day was pretty eventful. I downed a lovely breakfast over a mind-boggling conversation about my goals and aspirations nearing my upcoming birthday. getting older is forcing me to accomplish goals that I've set up years ago. It is also motivating me to do these things. i might divulge these goals soon. Afterwards, We went to an art gallery. I haven't been to one since i was in NYC over the summer, and the one in my own school surprised me. I was taken aback by all of the beautiful pieces of clay artwork(that was the theme)in front of me. One piece that stuck out to me was a canvas broken into two, one completely white, and the other was harshly brushed with dark earth tones, like brown and grey. The title of the piece was "mother and child." the thing that got me was that i couldn't figure out which canvas represented which person.
I assumed at first that the blank canvas represented the baby, coming into a new world, absent of sin and hurt. but then i thought, "what if the dirty canvas represents the world the child is growing up in, and the mother's purity is his salvation?" i analyzed the sh*t out of that piece. it turned out to be my favorite of the night.
A handful of pictures with my mom and pop at random places were the precursor to the parting farewells. It was a very fun weekend. I needed a weekend where I wasn't surrounded by drunken "Bro's" and self-proclaimed "Sluts" every five minutes. It's funny because i already miss them.
After Home was brought to me and then taken back in a flash, it was back to the mundane. I hit the library with Jess. Going back into the mode of things would have usually been a problem, seeing as how it's a Sunday and I'd much rather be locating a recent Jesse Jane skin flick on the inter-web. However, the visit inspired me to "keep up the good work" and "make momma proud." I guess you could say it was a productive day.
Sitting here now, contemplating finishing another disc of 24 (season 2; I'm a late bloomer) I've realized that the only thing that holds you back from your goals is yourself. Anxiety only appears when you're idle. the only thing to do is "it," what ever it may be. wow, i think little Dylan has found his motivation. Couldn't have come at a better time.
So this concludes my first post. Felt Good. Now i understand how some people can vent to a damn "web journal." The payoff is relief.
Peace Out.
