I hope my new van doesn't have any problems...
Quantum of Solace wasn't quite as good as I'd hoped (nowhere near as good as Casino Royale), but I liked it OK.
My dad and I started a big interior painting project this week. I'm proud of myself because I've already painted two coats on the walls and ceiling of a really big living room... painting those high ceilings with the 16-foot extension pole is KILLER on your shoulder muscles, I'm still somewhat sore, but not bad for 10 hours over two days. We're going to be at it for a while and hopefully finish the job before Thanksgiving.
Yeah I've been distressed lately because I haven't accomplished as much as I wanted to in life so far, and I worry about my future, considering the major economic depression in the USA. But then again, I always feel that way; I feel like I've missed out on life because I was always reading and writing while the other guys were out getting girlfriends; I don't know if that feeling will ever end.
At least I feel like I've done enough to be happy with who I am. What could be more important than being happy with who you are? Perhaps other people don't know the extent of my accomplishments, but someday they will, once I publish all of my writings.
While watching James Bond, the thought in my mind was "Be more professional!" I need to get myself into shape, be more serious and productive like I used to be. I need to work faster and be as efficient as possible. I don't need to do any drugs or alcohol whatsoever. I want to be my best again like I was when I was younger. It's the only way to combat the encroachment of old age...
I need to send in my application to the Atlanta Bujinkan Dojo!! That'll whip me into shape for certain and teach me more of those ninja skills.
P.S. I hate the way modern girls all wear that stupid eyeliner... They're all trying to look like celebrities. But it only makes them look shallow and soulless. I've been rambling about the way girls do their make-up since high school; I've never gotten used to it. It's sickening--they are as plastic as the dolls that they mimic.
My dad and I started a big interior painting project this week. I'm proud of myself because I've already painted two coats on the walls and ceiling of a really big living room... painting those high ceilings with the 16-foot extension pole is KILLER on your shoulder muscles, I'm still somewhat sore, but not bad for 10 hours over two days. We're going to be at it for a while and hopefully finish the job before Thanksgiving.
Yeah I've been distressed lately because I haven't accomplished as much as I wanted to in life so far, and I worry about my future, considering the major economic depression in the USA. But then again, I always feel that way; I feel like I've missed out on life because I was always reading and writing while the other guys were out getting girlfriends; I don't know if that feeling will ever end.
At least I feel like I've done enough to be happy with who I am. What could be more important than being happy with who you are? Perhaps other people don't know the extent of my accomplishments, but someday they will, once I publish all of my writings.
While watching James Bond, the thought in my mind was "Be more professional!" I need to get myself into shape, be more serious and productive like I used to be. I need to work faster and be as efficient as possible. I don't need to do any drugs or alcohol whatsoever. I want to be my best again like I was when I was younger. It's the only way to combat the encroachment of old age...
I need to send in my application to the Atlanta Bujinkan Dojo!! That'll whip me into shape for certain and teach me more of those ninja skills.
P.S. I hate the way modern girls all wear that stupid eyeliner... They're all trying to look like celebrities. But it only makes them look shallow and soulless. I've been rambling about the way girls do their make-up since high school; I've never gotten used to it. It's sickening--they are as plastic as the dolls that they mimic.