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| Is it bad that the only real reason I ever log into Xanga is because I want to check and/or respond to other people's Xanga's that I m subscribed to? | | |
| So I haven't done a real entry on this thing in pretty much 6 months (I don't count the last few as they're mostly just drivel and filler), which is pretty surprising given how busy I've been along with the immense amount of downtime I seem to have. Here's a quick bulleted one-sentence update way of letting whoever still chooses to read this thing know what I've been doing.
- I've worked 5 different jobs in the last 6 months, all for at least 3 months at a time (excluding 7/11, which almost consumed my soul and has permanently prejudiced me against college students). Somehow, I am still broke though.
- I started my second year at college and have since stopped with that due to a combination of stress, mild depression, and a whole bag of other things that I don't care to go into. I'm going to take 2 more semesters off at the most, and then jump in and give it 110%, because the 75% I was giving just doesn't cut it.
- I still lack anything that resembles a love life, and the only girl I managed to date lied to me the whole time. Bummer.
Naturally, there's a hell of a lot more I could put up here, and if anything this would be another entry I would have to chalk up to "filler," but....yeah. I got nothing. I merely don't feel like typing anymore.
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| So finally, three months after Xanga decided to change my password on me and wouldn't let me log in, I find the confirmation email that lets me change my password back.
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| So here it is, 4 in the AM on a Saturday morning, and I am finally writing a blog entry longer than one sentence. Finally, I am struck with the urge to write at a time when I actually can. I've actually written about 10 entries this summer, but half way through them I look at what I've written, think "wow, I've read myspace picture comments that are better than this," and dump the whole thing. I wish my creativity weren't so selective and that I could just turn it on and off at a whim, but for some strange reason I have to find myself in the right mood, time, and setting to be able to churn out something aside from run-of-the-mill boringness that no one really cares about reading.
The only thing worse than being able to write well at only select times is when one of those urges comes along and I can't write, or have nothing to write with. For some reason, I always want to write when I am driving my car. Maybe it's because I only drive to and from work and have the route so well mapped out in my mind that I don't focus 100% on driving and let my mind wander, but whatever it is I am always inspired when I'm driving (riding along doesn't have the same effect, sadly). Oh well, I'm crossing my fingers that eventually some sort of chip or program or something will be created that allows you to record and save your thoughts at your leisure, so if an interesting thought were to pop into one's head you could just save it for later and expound on it then, instead of having it fall into your short-term memory and forget about it.
Writing at 4am also sucks, because I'm tired from work and probably lacking clarity of thought. Why do I always want to write when I'm tired and need sleep?
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| I have decided that I am going to learn to play the Trombone.
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