This entry is dedicated to Rob.
On a completely unrelated note:
I have become listless, lethargic and bored with everything around me. I feel as though I am becoming tapped out and drained with what I am doing every day. Which is this:
With a side of working in the restaurant to boot. I stay busy pretty much all of the time between my reading, writing, guitaring, working, and laughing. I don’t necessarily like to be left alone for too long doing nothing; I still have the mentality that I need to be doing something and furthering myself in some way. Some people have said that I am one of the most ambitious people they have met, and that seems to be faltering for me lately.
I do not want to be stuck working in a restaurant for the rest of my life. Owning my own…now that is a horse of a different color. I’d love to open my own coffee/wine/beer/sandwich/internet/open mic/book sort of place. It is a long ways away into the future for that to happen, so I’ll continue to work my ass off to get to the places I want to be.
A few weeks ago, I had my creative drain unclogged. The spigot was tapped and it all flowed out. Now I am stuck with a trickle of imagination and my pages stay blank and my guitar quiet. I don’t like it. The muse has become more and more distant and it is hard to describe how a ship looks when it’s floating on the horizon.
And just like that,
my bottle was empty
and she was gone.
It’s weird how we always desire the things we can’t have when everything we need could be staring us in the face.
An update on my life as of right now:
I am starting a band in the near future. Kate playing bass, Dylan playing drums, Dusty playing guitar, harmonica, mandolin, banjo, dobro, and pedal steel guitar, and me on guitar. We haven’t even practiced together yet, so it is going to be a long while until we get anything solid together, but it will happen. I’m confident.
I am trying to get my writing together for a collection of short stories. I have a title picked out already and I am about half way to where I want to be (as far as length).
I have started teaching guitar lessons on the side. It is some of the best money I have earned and I wish I could get 15 more people to teach every week.
The trip across the country is coming together rather nicely. We have a total of 4 definites that are willing to put up with me in an RV for a month straight. Kate, Messina, Sam, and Ashley (who also happens to be editing my short stories).
Sean moved back home. I’m super happy that I get my best friend back in town.
Todd got home from the Army on Wednesday. I’m super happy that my best friend is back and safe.
The previous two only mean that trouble will be on the horizon. Yes mom, car bombs will happen. And you will be doing them with us. I don’t care what you say.
Brandon Bonanza: Part Deux is in the works, so get ready to mark your calendars and dust off your drinking hats (i.e. empty cases of beer).
I am meeting with a professor from Oneonta later this week to discuss getting my writing published in a few different literary magazines. A friend of mine did the same thing with the same teacher and had success. So much success that he was sent to Paris, London, and Lisbon on the expense of the school and got a $1500 research grant handed to him. Now that would be pretty nice. But I won’t get my hopes up, there is no way I’ll amount to that much. But there’s nothing wrong with dreaming…
I was hired by BOCES to be an adjunct teacher. I’ll have my own creative writing workshops that start in the spring too.
As the days press on, I dislike the world I live in more and more. There is so much anger and violence and hurrying up and smugness that floats around everywhere I go. It lingers in the air between the people I wait on, people I see walking through the mall, people driving in their cars. They are all self-centered and care only about their needs and nothing about helping others out. Health Care costs are atrocious and teachers make next to dirt while sports stars are paid millions of dollars to throw a ball around a field while we sit on the couch memorizing their statistics on how many times they drop a catch. American society baffles me. It is interesting to see where our priorities are. Fast gas-guzzling cars, flashy jewelry, top of the line cell phones, and designer clothes are what people care about. Not human feelings and emotions. They only care about the person next to them that is on welfare and has no one to turn to for help when they are getting too close to them in Wal-Mart with their noses buried in magazines that are filled with pictures of ‘beautiful’ people that are paid amounts of money that we have trouble fathoming to walk around and smile in movies or on stage. Yet we as a society continue to read about their lives and what style of clothes they are wearing while paparazzi snap candid pictures of them sitting on beaches with men that are not their husbands. Everyone eats it up because they want to live vicariously through someone else’s life when they are too busy ignoring their own lives.
I want to run away. Flying would be better though.
“Second to the right, and straight on till morning…”
I spent the past weekend at Messina’s with a bunch of guys from school. It was a great weekend. Lots of fun, drinks, laughs, screaming, and screwing around. We visited Sara. It was nice. I can’t believe it has been one year. It’s so weird how time flies when you aren’t really paying attention to it.
She’s still the prettiest girl around.
I have become listless, lethargic and bored with everything around me. I feel as though I am becoming tapped out and drained with what I am doing every day. Which is this:
With a side of working in the restaurant to boot. I stay busy pretty much all of the time between my reading, writing, guitaring, working, and laughing. I don’t necessarily like to be left alone for too long doing nothing; I still have the mentality that I need to be doing something and furthering myself in some way. Some people have said that I am one of the most ambitious people they have met, and that seems to be faltering for me lately.
I do not want to be stuck working in a restaurant for the rest of my life. Owning my own…now that is a horse of a different color. I’d love to open my own coffee/wine/beer/sandwich/internet/open mic/book sort of place. It is a long ways away into the future for that to happen, so I’ll continue to work my ass off to get to the places I want to be.
A few weeks ago, I had my creative drain unclogged. The spigot was tapped and it all flowed out. Now I am stuck with a trickle of imagination and my pages stay blank and my guitar quiet. I don’t like it. The muse has become more and more distant and it is hard to describe how a ship looks when it’s floating on the horizon.
And just like that,
my bottle was empty
and she was gone.
It’s weird how we always desire the things we can’t have when everything we need could be staring us in the face.
An update on my life as of right now:
I am starting a band in the near future. Kate playing bass, Dylan playing drums, Dusty playing guitar, harmonica, mandolin, banjo, dobro, and pedal steel guitar, and me on guitar. We haven’t even practiced together yet, so it is going to be a long while until we get anything solid together, but it will happen. I’m confident.
I am trying to get my writing together for a collection of short stories. I have a title picked out already and I am about half way to where I want to be (as far as length).
I have started teaching guitar lessons on the side. It is some of the best money I have earned and I wish I could get 15 more people to teach every week.
The trip across the country is coming together rather nicely. We have a total of 4 definites that are willing to put up with me in an RV for a month straight. Kate, Messina, Sam, and Ashley (who also happens to be editing my short stories).
Sean moved back home. I’m super happy that I get my best friend back in town.
Todd got home from the Army on Wednesday. I’m super happy that my best friend is back and safe.
The previous two only mean that trouble will be on the horizon. Yes mom, car bombs will happen. And you will be doing them with us. I don’t care what you say.
Brandon Bonanza: Part Deux is in the works, so get ready to mark your calendars and dust off your drinking hats (i.e. empty cases of beer).
I am meeting with a professor from Oneonta later this week to discuss getting my writing published in a few different literary magazines. A friend of mine did the same thing with the same teacher and had success. So much success that he was sent to Paris, London, and Lisbon on the expense of the school and got a $1500 research grant handed to him. Now that would be pretty nice. But I won’t get my hopes up, there is no way I’ll amount to that much. But there’s nothing wrong with dreaming…
I was hired by BOCES to be an adjunct teacher. I’ll have my own creative writing workshops that start in the spring too.
As the days press on, I dislike the world I live in more and more. There is so much anger and violence and hurrying up and smugness that floats around everywhere I go. It lingers in the air between the people I wait on, people I see walking through the mall, people driving in their cars. They are all self-centered and care only about their needs and nothing about helping others out. Health Care costs are atrocious and teachers make next to dirt while sports stars are paid millions of dollars to throw a ball around a field while we sit on the couch memorizing their statistics on how many times they drop a catch. American society baffles me. It is interesting to see where our priorities are. Fast gas-guzzling cars, flashy jewelry, top of the line cell phones, and designer clothes are what people care about. Not human feelings and emotions. They only care about the person next to them that is on welfare and has no one to turn to for help when they are getting too close to them in Wal-Mart with their noses buried in magazines that are filled with pictures of ‘beautiful’ people that are paid amounts of money that we have trouble fathoming to walk around and smile in movies or on stage. Yet we as a society continue to read about their lives and what style of clothes they are wearing while paparazzi snap candid pictures of them sitting on beaches with men that are not their husbands. Everyone eats it up because they want to live vicariously through someone else’s life when they are too busy ignoring their own lives.
I want to run away. Flying would be better though.
“Second to the right, and straight on till morning…”
I spent the past weekend at Messina’s with a bunch of guys from school. It was a great weekend. Lots of fun, drinks, laughs, screaming, and screwing around. We visited Sara. It was nice. I can’t believe it has been one year. It’s so weird how time flies when you aren’t really paying attention to it.
She’s still the prettiest girl around.