Just a post.
I’m the most open, reserved person you’ll ever meet. Today I watched part of some documentary about a TV show host and magician who was one of the biggest stars in the 50s / 60s and helped put CBS on top. He was “the most confident” person in show business, and if you wanted to talk to him about the show or ideas or anything, he’d go on for hours with you. Bring in his personal life, and you’d realize exactly how reserved he was.
Little moments, specifically those times you should stop talking, can really be a problem if you don’t follow your first instinct to stop talking in an ever-increasing set of moments. Personally, I tend to dig way further down the hole than I even realize, only to notice moments later that I’m so deep I can’t even see daylight again.
I just happened to remember the following lyrics from a song…
A simple life’s my cup of tea
I don’t need nobody but me
What I wouldn’t give just to be left alone
I wanna be a millionaire someday
And know what it feels like to give it away
Watch me march to the beat of my own drum
Sound about right. Just saying.
Sometimes life throws curves at us. Actually, it likes to do that on a daily basis. Perhaps out of enjoyment to see how we handle things, or perhaps as tests to verify how we can take care of our persons; but regardless, this does happen. Today I stand humbled by my own misdoings in life, and my own failures at becoming what I want to become in a timely manner; and I see that I have but a small fork in the road to make a choice. This time I know what to choose. It’s time to stand alone… to stand up… to stand out. I haven’t exactly understood what implications this will have; solely that it is the correct route to take. Read more
Well, this is it for school in 2011. I mean, sure, there’re finals next week, but that’s ok. That’s not the same. It’s kinda interesting to think I’ve actually managed to survive this long in a typical college environment; a place I didn’t see myself ever getting along with. Maybe it’s because it’s not the same setup I pictured or despised… or maybe feared is a better term.
I’d like to point out that it seems to be a theme of mine – I have a high tendency to start doing great numbers of things, doing them well hopefully, and then suddenly dropping of into nothingness where the world feels as if I’ve disappeared from it all. One such recent example is my attempt of the 365 project again. It lasted just over a month, about triple the length of my first attempt, but suddenly and without reason, I stopped posting photos.
Well, I’ve finally made my tripod mounts at least a little more accessible to the world thanks to eBay! Go get one by following the link!
Something new is here, it’s called school. No, not just school. School in a new city, Duluth. I don’t know where its all headed, but here’s hoping. The title of this post is the only thing that I really feel strongly about so far – my revised attempt at a 365 project. It’s viewable in my Facebook album, Let’s Count the Days, which I truly hope I can post daily at this point. Read more
I don’t often write on my blog, no. I understand that a social ‘norm’ these days would be to post each and every random thing that either crosses my mind when I’m bored or to post my own little blurbs over and over (365 project that never happened aside). I can’t do that.
Over the Bridge.
15 of 365.
Minneapolis at dusk. I wish the sky actually looked like that. Like that and cloudier. That’s what I wanted. Instead it was a dismal blue-grey, and I had to color it. As well as fix a bunch of other things. But as soon as you start pointing those things out, you realize just how imperfect it is. So, we shall remain blissfully ignorant. :)