And the rest... is silence.
Well now, it's been a little bit since I've last updated this fuckin thing...
Just starting to feel better about my neck problem I've told no one about. I think it happened in Amery when my head landed on Bobby's arm after the Bret/Punisher suplex off the apron spot. I don't remember exactly what happened. I just remember landing and seeing a big white flash and my neck hurt like a bastard. When I opened my eyes, I was laying on Bobby's arm. It was almost like he was cuddling me (awwww). I was able to put it out of my mind for the rest of the night, but it's been hurting a lot up until today.
I looked in the mirror today, and I've never felt so unattractive. Does that make me a woman? Seriously though, nothing about my appearance in particular. I don't know what it could be...
Been keeping myself busy with a new project. Let me hit you bitches with something, see how it strikes you... Vinnie Divine: Author. Ok, so realistically it'd be Justin Anger: Author, but who's counting. Anyway, it's strange how these things occur. I was talking with an old High School friend of mine (been running into a lot of those recently) and her and I began to reminisce about the old days and shit like that. She reminded me of some old writings I had done in the past and how I was considered far and away the most creative mind in St. Francis during my four years there. That's when I realized something: I haven't really exercised my creativity since college. So I got in touch with an old teacher/mentor of mine and asked her what my first step should be. She said I should just create, that if I can remember back to high school I'll have a good grasp at writing technique and building characters and plot lines and that once I have my work finished, she knows a few people who can help get me published. Personally, I don't give a fuck if this ever goes anywhere. I'm going to work my ass off to get published, oh yes. But I'm realistic. I'm doing this for ME, and nothing else. I'm doing this for the sake of creation and putting my soul into something. I'm going to create the best damn work of fiction that I can possibly muster, and GOOD GOD DAMN DO I SOUND LIKE AN ART FAG RIGHT NOW!!!
I really need to hit the casino, SOON! Damn you money and being scarce!
In...2 hours and 10 minutes will mark one week. One week of NOT SMOKING. Not only that, but hardly even thinking about smoking. That's one new years resolution going well...
Interesting bit of trivia: I've been referring to myself on this journal as Vinnie Vincent Vincenzo. Well, I've been watching VH1 classic from time to time lately and I came across the WORST hair band I've ever seen. WORST. Nothing tops it. Made me laugh my ass off. The name of said horrible band? The Vinnie Vincent Invasion. I may have to change my damn name. Nah, fuck that. Then the terrorists win. Or something to that effect.
Last note/random though for the evening (2hrs and 5mins at this point). New season of 24 started tonight. Holy fuck. Who ever writes this thing can write one hell of a first chapter. Blindsided by a huge swerve at the FIVE MINUTE MARK. Beautiful.
Ok, that's it. Now leave.
2hrs and 3mins,
Vin-fuck you-cenzo
Just starting to feel better about my neck problem I've told no one about. I think it happened in Amery when my head landed on Bobby's arm after the Bret/Punisher suplex off the apron spot. I don't remember exactly what happened. I just remember landing and seeing a big white flash and my neck hurt like a bastard. When I opened my eyes, I was laying on Bobby's arm. It was almost like he was cuddling me (awwww). I was able to put it out of my mind for the rest of the night, but it's been hurting a lot up until today.
I looked in the mirror today, and I've never felt so unattractive. Does that make me a woman? Seriously though, nothing about my appearance in particular. I don't know what it could be...
Been keeping myself busy with a new project. Let me hit you bitches with something, see how it strikes you... Vinnie Divine: Author. Ok, so realistically it'd be Justin Anger: Author, but who's counting. Anyway, it's strange how these things occur. I was talking with an old High School friend of mine (been running into a lot of those recently) and her and I began to reminisce about the old days and shit like that. She reminded me of some old writings I had done in the past and how I was considered far and away the most creative mind in St. Francis during my four years there. That's when I realized something: I haven't really exercised my creativity since college. So I got in touch with an old teacher/mentor of mine and asked her what my first step should be. She said I should just create, that if I can remember back to high school I'll have a good grasp at writing technique and building characters and plot lines and that once I have my work finished, she knows a few people who can help get me published. Personally, I don't give a fuck if this ever goes anywhere. I'm going to work my ass off to get published, oh yes. But I'm realistic. I'm doing this for ME, and nothing else. I'm doing this for the sake of creation and putting my soul into something. I'm going to create the best damn work of fiction that I can possibly muster, and GOOD GOD DAMN DO I SOUND LIKE AN ART FAG RIGHT NOW!!!
I really need to hit the casino, SOON! Damn you money and being scarce!
In...2 hours and 10 minutes will mark one week. One week of NOT SMOKING. Not only that, but hardly even thinking about smoking. That's one new years resolution going well...
Interesting bit of trivia: I've been referring to myself on this journal as Vinnie Vincent Vincenzo. Well, I've been watching VH1 classic from time to time lately and I came across the WORST hair band I've ever seen. WORST. Nothing tops it. Made me laugh my ass off. The name of said horrible band? The Vinnie Vincent Invasion. I may have to change my damn name. Nah, fuck that. Then the terrorists win. Or something to that effect.
Last note/random though for the evening (2hrs and 5mins at this point). New season of 24 started tonight. Holy fuck. Who ever writes this thing can write one hell of a first chapter. Blindsided by a huge swerve at the FIVE MINUTE MARK. Beautiful.
Ok, that's it. Now leave.
2hrs and 3mins,
Vin-fuck you-cenzo