i have to do it
if anyone is going to like me I have to update my LJ. it's hard to build up the energy to make it happen and part of it might be the pain that is making myself happy with my writing.
and this won't be a lazy one liner either, although I do have one of those in mind: is it just me or have you been completely fooled into tapping your feet and nodding your head at christian rock before the first mention of God gets dropped...the SCAN button on your car can be quite evil.
It's been a big couple of weeks. after returning from England I spent some much needed time at home...I've immediately felt more spunk being back in civilization. I've felt myself trying hard to be an energetic person (i never have been) and to enjoy every little thing I do during the day. This is the type of mode that I love to get into, the type of mode where washing dishes, buying groceries -- everything -- feels like its what you should be doing. Part of it undoubtedly has to do with the lack of scholastic responsibilities and the associated procrastinatory foolishness -- a state hard to continuously appreciate until you're put through the ringer again. I had it the first few weeks in England and the change of scenery, the return to the familiar, has brought it back.
But the best part of having little to worry about is that you get a chance to think and plan and maybe, just maybe, do something that's different.
My different thing was that I followed through with the becoming a biker plan. I signed up and attended a class here in austin (during the course of which I managed to be the only student to fall off my motorcycle) and passed the written test at DPS. I am now officially licensed to kill myself. And after a tortured motorcycle/scooter search process (all my searches are tortured, otherwise I'm not doing them right), I am the proud owner of a kick ass scooter. Ok, it's not all that kick ass, but you wouldn't know that riding on it. The thing can pick up and I love being on it...but in my future, a big ass sport motorcycle awaits. my organs will then be up for grabs, call dibs now.
Other notable accomplishments, watching EVERY episode of LOST (you got me foresthouse), landing an internship at the Texas Supreme Court, unrushed moments with some good friends (this one is what I'm happiest about), and finding an apartment.
I'm ready to be back in the place where things happen. Life is very good right now and if the energy keeps up, I might even make something of it.
I know it doesn't look that imposing, but trust me guys, the camera takes away 50 cool points.
and this won't be a lazy one liner either, although I do have one of those in mind: is it just me or have you been completely fooled into tapping your feet and nodding your head at christian rock before the first mention of God gets dropped...the SCAN button on your car can be quite evil.
It's been a big couple of weeks. after returning from England I spent some much needed time at home...I've immediately felt more spunk being back in civilization. I've felt myself trying hard to be an energetic person (i never have been) and to enjoy every little thing I do during the day. This is the type of mode that I love to get into, the type of mode where washing dishes, buying groceries -- everything -- feels like its what you should be doing. Part of it undoubtedly has to do with the lack of scholastic responsibilities and the associated procrastinatory foolishness -- a state hard to continuously appreciate until you're put through the ringer again. I had it the first few weeks in England and the change of scenery, the return to the familiar, has brought it back.
But the best part of having little to worry about is that you get a chance to think and plan and maybe, just maybe, do something that's different.
My different thing was that I followed through with the becoming a biker plan. I signed up and attended a class here in austin (during the course of which I managed to be the only student to fall off my motorcycle) and passed the written test at DPS. I am now officially licensed to kill myself. And after a tortured motorcycle/scooter search process (all my searches are tortured, otherwise I'm not doing them right), I am the proud owner of a kick ass scooter. Ok, it's not all that kick ass, but you wouldn't know that riding on it. The thing can pick up and I love being on it...but in my future, a big ass sport motorcycle awaits. my organs will then be up for grabs, call dibs now.
Other notable accomplishments, watching EVERY episode of LOST (you got me foresthouse), landing an internship at the Texas Supreme Court, unrushed moments with some good friends (this one is what I'm happiest about), and finding an apartment.
I'm ready to be back in the place where things happen. Life is very good right now and if the energy keeps up, I might even make something of it.
I know it doesn't look that imposing, but trust me guys, the camera takes away 50 cool points.