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what's now is old, what's gone was gold, but what's to come will break the mold
real life has set in. I took on a loan at the bank yesterday so I could pay for my last semester and begin building credit. that means working more, spending less, which is what I said I'd start doing more than a year ago. even with the new burdens of the future, a weight has been lifted. I think I have some purpose back; new found drive. I hesitate to say I'm ambitious in fear of feeding delusions of grandeur. the other day in my int'l business class each student had to introduce her or his self with 5-year and long-term career goals; though vague, mine were by far the most lofty aspirations that weren't comprised of "gaining valuable experience" and "owning one's own business."
If there's one thing I've learned in my term on this plane so far, it's to keep a level head. Things may seem bad, but they could always be worse. Things may seem great, but they can turn at any second. Expect the worst, hope for the best, strive or gratification on all terms.
Lately I've been really thinking about all the people and conditions I surround myself with. Thinking I wasn't putting myself on the ideal path. I've always considered myself kind of a chameleon; that I would tune myself to whatever was most easy to be at a given time. Everybody does that to a certain extent, but I'm beginning to think the most happy people are the ones who do it the least.
I should go back and read all my previous entries. I feel like I have one of these posts once a year or so. I'd hate to be repeating myself over and over again. Einstein hat mal erklaert, Verruecktheit ist, immer wieder dasselbe zu tun, mit der Erwartung andere Folge zu bekommen. Although I've felt near insane the past few weeks, I think it's passed.
I still need an outlet for musical creativity. I have a secret stash of a few songs I've written. The song writing has slipped a bit since I stopped poking smot. I don't know if that's correlation or coincidence, but I should start up again. I need my guitar back. I also need a grand god damned piano. A big one that some girl could lay on top of naked while I play. And when I say god damned, I mean it. The ivories should be forsaken by God and tinged by the devil. Actually I'd like the black keys to be fueled by God's omnipotence and the white keys to be infused with the devil's tyranny.
I'm'nn'a. Easily my favorite contraction in the English language. I am going to. I'm going to. I'm gonna. I'm'nn'a go play drums and celebrate slightly silently tonight.
real life has set in. I took on a loan at the bank yesterday so I could pay for my last semester and begin building credit. that means working more, spending less, which is what I said I'd start doing more than a year ago. even with the new burdens of the future, a weight has been lifted. I think I have some purpose back; new found drive. I hesitate to say I'm ambitious in fear of feeding delusions of grandeur. the other day in my int'l business class each student had to introduce her or his self with 5-year and long-term career goals; though vague, mine were by far the most lofty aspirations that weren't comprised of "gaining valuable experience" and "owning one's own business."
If there's one thing I've learned in my term on this plane so far, it's to keep a level head. Things may seem bad, but they could always be worse. Things may seem great, but they can turn at any second. Expect the worst, hope for the best, strive or gratification on all terms.
Lately I've been really thinking about all the people and conditions I surround myself with. Thinking I wasn't putting myself on the ideal path. I've always considered myself kind of a chameleon; that I would tune myself to whatever was most easy to be at a given time. Everybody does that to a certain extent, but I'm beginning to think the most happy people are the ones who do it the least.
I should go back and read all my previous entries. I feel like I have one of these posts once a year or so. I'd hate to be repeating myself over and over again. Einstein hat mal erklaert, Verruecktheit ist, immer wieder dasselbe zu tun, mit der Erwartung andere Folge zu bekommen. Although I've felt near insane the past few weeks, I think it's passed.
I still need an outlet for musical creativity. I have a secret stash of a few songs I've written. The song writing has slipped a bit since I stopped poking smot. I don't know if that's correlation or coincidence, but I should start up again. I need my guitar back. I also need a grand god damned piano. A big one that some girl could lay on top of naked while I play. And when I say god damned, I mean it. The ivories should be forsaken by God and tinged by the devil. Actually I'd like the black keys to be fueled by God's omnipotence and the white keys to be infused with the devil's tyranny.
I'm'nn'a. Easily my favorite contraction in the English language. I am going to. I'm going to. I'm gonna. I'm'nn'a go play drums and celebrate slightly silently tonight.