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A New Year. Yippie? You learn new shit and overhear some weird shit when we're laid out on the couch after downing almost half a bottle of tequila, on an empty stomach, in half an hour. You also hang all over people, both male and female, with only the vaguest recollections of whose ass you grabbed. Sorry Byron. And Milton. And Lindsay. And whoever else didn't come forward.
Lesson learned: when tequila starts tasting like water, stop drinking it.
I haven't the slightest clue how this year's going to pan out. While that would seem obvious, given it's only January 3rd and we have 362 days left, you'd expect a little bit of an idea of what might happen.. but not this year. Things I'd expected to happen all ready became obvious that they're very unlikely. It doesn't really have me 'down'.. given the things I've had to live through, it's pretty difficult for stuff to really get me in a long-term downer.. but it is still dissapointing. That suits the theme just fine, though, because life is a dissapointment. I'll make the best of it one way or another, though, as soon as I figure out what I need to do.
Once again I've been tempted to pull out my synthesizer and fool around with music again. Music is not anything I could ever make money from.. but having creative releases makes me happy. Art alone just isn't enough, I guess. I've been wanting to write again.. but the stories I've had float around in my head have been kinda.. deranged.. and I'd give myself more nightmares than I all ready have. *smirk* I'm sure one day I'll throw caution to the wind and jot them all down.. but it won't be today. Just like music, though, I don't think writing is somethin' I could ever make money from. I don't do it consistently enough, and probably not well enough, to ever make a sale. If any of my skills were ever going to make me money, it'd be art.. but I don't sell what I do, so that kinda puts me at odds with myself.
I need to decide on what I wanna do. Going to college is obvious, but I don't really know yet what I wanna do. Soon, I should research various careers.. get an idea of what direction to point my life in. Getting a new job is another must, too. I'll miss some of my coworkers, but the money isn't too hot and I have too many mistakes that tie directly into that place.. one of which I have to face almost every day I'm at work. The money is definitely the deciding factor, though.
Lesson learned: when tequila starts tasting like water, stop drinking it.
I haven't the slightest clue how this year's going to pan out. While that would seem obvious, given it's only January 3rd and we have 362 days left, you'd expect a little bit of an idea of what might happen.. but not this year. Things I'd expected to happen all ready became obvious that they're very unlikely. It doesn't really have me 'down'.. given the things I've had to live through, it's pretty difficult for stuff to really get me in a long-term downer.. but it is still dissapointing. That suits the theme just fine, though, because life is a dissapointment. I'll make the best of it one way or another, though, as soon as I figure out what I need to do.
Once again I've been tempted to pull out my synthesizer and fool around with music again. Music is not anything I could ever make money from.. but having creative releases makes me happy. Art alone just isn't enough, I guess. I've been wanting to write again.. but the stories I've had float around in my head have been kinda.. deranged.. and I'd give myself more nightmares than I all ready have. *smirk* I'm sure one day I'll throw caution to the wind and jot them all down.. but it won't be today. Just like music, though, I don't think writing is somethin' I could ever make money from. I don't do it consistently enough, and probably not well enough, to ever make a sale. If any of my skills were ever going to make me money, it'd be art.. but I don't sell what I do, so that kinda puts me at odds with myself.
I need to decide on what I wanna do. Going to college is obvious, but I don't really know yet what I wanna do. Soon, I should research various careers.. get an idea of what direction to point my life in. Getting a new job is another must, too. I'll miss some of my coworkers, but the money isn't too hot and I have too many mistakes that tie directly into that place.. one of which I have to face almost every day I'm at work. The money is definitely the deciding factor, though.