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.
