Arise, Awake, Attest: New Writing Stream
Hey.
Honestly, I think I've been too busy to keep a journal. I've written things; things for class, poems... certainly things. Just... not very jounral-ish things.
I'm kind of... done, with it. The whole social interaction thing. I have a girlfriend who means the world to me, I've been in touch with a few close friends... otherwise, everything is give or take, at this point. As much as I want to be filling this journal with crazy adventures, I've actually been working and considering my future, as of late.
The yearning to have a peaceful split rather than an escape from my parents, in addition to now holding two peoples' futures in my hands has put some things in perspective. I still want to write; I have a few new creenplay / novel ideas in my head. One being a 'Nightmare on Elm Street' flick, another a futuristic detective story about a serial killer who is trying to undo reality by finding the right kill; think 'Blade Runner' meets 'Se7en' meets 'The One', I guess.
Neither concept is terribly good or original; naturally, they'd both make me millions.
I'm in mugen again. That's rather interesting... a good normalizing hobby. Something that keeps me busy and mentally engaged while at the same time allowing an hour or two away from television and (the playing of) games when I'm stuck around the house. I'm considering taking up some sort or weight regimen, or martial arts again.
College.... honestly, I'd rather be done with it at this point. The fun ride is over, and now it's actually work... but I still haven't felt challenged, and I'd much rather be teaching right now, living with her even if in some tiny, shitty apartment... on our own, off somewhere new and interesting, scraping by but, my god, making each day feel as though it actually mattered.
So many cookie cutter days; save for the differences in interaction with the circle of people who I actually chose to interact with, and for my meager if not absolutely cherished time with her, and they're all the same from there.
I have a pretty nasty scrape/bruise/scar on my right arm. Getting really trashed and then playing ninja is a bad idea. I've done both leading to injury on seperate occasions, but never before had I combined the two to injure myself pretty potently in under 2 minutes. Yay for new horizons.
I've been talking to Joe and Omar lately. That's... really cool, actually. I almost expect Greg or Melissa or something to IM next week... though honestly, those two are much more awkward to talk to -- for completely respective reasons. So maybe Joe and Omar are fine, for now. Omar made a promise that the guys would find a way to get down here and visit me... that, I thought, was really cool. Shows that somewhere along the line, 11 years can't just go to waste. Good shit.
The other day, Something Awful linked to some tool whose blog put him on People's list of America's 50 most elligable bachelors. Even though he's less attractive, more boring, and a terribly more droll writer than I. David, stop being whipped by Princess Durka-din, get your ass to SA, and we'll start that TV pilot.
Had to be said.
There was something I really wanted to journal about -- yesterday morning. Some kind of sudden thought I had, something really odd... I can't remember what it was. MySpace is stupid as hell. It had nothing to do with that, though...
Wow, this is listless. It shows, doesn't it -- like, my lack of enthusiasm is evident, in the writing. I think so, at least. But... it's a restart. I needed to write something, anything, to keep this alive. Or at the very least, to keep myself awake, this morning.
Ahh... Ludacris. Because that's exactly the way to start the trip to my pimped out Registrar's Office job. I think I both love and hate the diversity of my music collection.
That's all. Half-empty, half-lame. Pictures, soon.
-- Troy --
*Tina Shane! I'm collecting my haircut, like yesterday!*
Honestly, I think I've been too busy to keep a journal. I've written things; things for class, poems... certainly things. Just... not very jounral-ish things.
I'm kind of... done, with it. The whole social interaction thing. I have a girlfriend who means the world to me, I've been in touch with a few close friends... otherwise, everything is give or take, at this point. As much as I want to be filling this journal with crazy adventures, I've actually been working and considering my future, as of late.
The yearning to have a peaceful split rather than an escape from my parents, in addition to now holding two peoples' futures in my hands has put some things in perspective. I still want to write; I have a few new creenplay / novel ideas in my head. One being a 'Nightmare on Elm Street' flick, another a futuristic detective story about a serial killer who is trying to undo reality by finding the right kill; think 'Blade Runner' meets 'Se7en' meets 'The One', I guess.
Neither concept is terribly good or original; naturally, they'd both make me millions.
I'm in mugen again. That's rather interesting... a good normalizing hobby. Something that keeps me busy and mentally engaged while at the same time allowing an hour or two away from television and (the playing of) games when I'm stuck around the house. I'm considering taking up some sort or weight regimen, or martial arts again.
College.... honestly, I'd rather be done with it at this point. The fun ride is over, and now it's actually work... but I still haven't felt challenged, and I'd much rather be teaching right now, living with her even if in some tiny, shitty apartment... on our own, off somewhere new and interesting, scraping by but, my god, making each day feel as though it actually mattered.
So many cookie cutter days; save for the differences in interaction with the circle of people who I actually chose to interact with, and for my meager if not absolutely cherished time with her, and they're all the same from there.
I have a pretty nasty scrape/bruise/scar on my right arm. Getting really trashed and then playing ninja is a bad idea. I've done both leading to injury on seperate occasions, but never before had I combined the two to injure myself pretty potently in under 2 minutes. Yay for new horizons.
I've been talking to Joe and Omar lately. That's... really cool, actually. I almost expect Greg or Melissa or something to IM next week... though honestly, those two are much more awkward to talk to -- for completely respective reasons. So maybe Joe and Omar are fine, for now. Omar made a promise that the guys would find a way to get down here and visit me... that, I thought, was really cool. Shows that somewhere along the line, 11 years can't just go to waste. Good shit.
The other day, Something Awful linked to some tool whose blog put him on People's list of America's 50 most elligable bachelors. Even though he's less attractive, more boring, and a terribly more droll writer than I. David, stop being whipped by Princess Durka-din, get your ass to SA, and we'll start that TV pilot.
Had to be said.
There was something I really wanted to journal about -- yesterday morning. Some kind of sudden thought I had, something really odd... I can't remember what it was. MySpace is stupid as hell. It had nothing to do with that, though...
Wow, this is listless. It shows, doesn't it -- like, my lack of enthusiasm is evident, in the writing. I think so, at least. But... it's a restart. I needed to write something, anything, to keep this alive. Or at the very least, to keep myself awake, this morning.
Ahh... Ludacris. Because that's exactly the way to start the trip to my pimped out Registrar's Office job. I think I both love and hate the diversity of my music collection.
That's all. Half-empty, half-lame. Pictures, soon.
-- Troy --
*Tina Shane! I'm collecting my haircut, like yesterday!*