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Pirate says, "Arrr!"
Wednesday, 22 January 2003 00:58Hm. I went to bed too early, so now I have some midnight time to myself before I'll be ready to go back to sleep. So let's discuss something...perhaps the nature of my journal? Indeed. I have never been sure why I wanted this thing so badly, this livejournal. Interesting factoid #1 - Of 104 entries, only 1 is private, and none are protected. Do I write nothing so serious that it needs to be contained? Am I so open that I am comfortable with making various odd moments of my life available via the net? Not that many people read this journal, but that is not the point. Why do I do this? I'm not even sure that the answer is the point, either. I ask, but c'mon. I don't care. I recently told Bo that a good 95% of the questions I ask, I am only feigning interest. I think maybe I exaggerated, the number is probably closer to 60%. Still, must I open my big fat mouth so unnecessarily? I don't know. I just don't think I should delude myself or anyone else in that manner.
I tried drawing today; couldn't do it. Of several pages of sketches, none were of an acceptable quality. Me, or numbers? I guess I'll just have to try again later. Oh, yeah! Today I gotta remember to call about Conagra...been putting that off too much lately. And I'm going to watch the next two discs of Evangelion, so Bo and I can watch the final disc tomorrow night. Should be fun :)
And now for some commercials -
A visit to Radio Shack would be a good thing right about now.
I have heartburn, but not a bad case. I use Pepto-Bismol for stuff like that.
I use Irish Springs soap.
Now, back to your scheduled Zach, already in progress.
So anyway, this me thing is really starting to bug me again. I've never been able to solve the problem, merely avoid it and put it off until later. Who am I? Or more to the point, what do I want to do for the rest of my life? I've lost the motivation to program; I mean entirely. I never want to program anymore, all of my time is spent drawing or wishing I had more drawing ability. BUT I CAN'T MAKE A CAREER OF ART!!! *growls and flops back in chair, staring at ceiling* If I were a celestial being, I'd be a muse, I'm sure. Maybe.
Someone will tell me, now or later, that I'm thinking too hard about it. Well. If I don't think about it, who will? When does my path become clear?
Ooh...and I think just figured out an answer. You'll have to wait to hear it, though. Scurvy knaves :P
I tried drawing today; couldn't do it. Of several pages of sketches, none were of an acceptable quality. Me, or numbers? I guess I'll just have to try again later. Oh, yeah! Today I gotta remember to call about Conagra...been putting that off too much lately. And I'm going to watch the next two discs of Evangelion, so Bo and I can watch the final disc tomorrow night. Should be fun :)
And now for some commercials -
A visit to Radio Shack would be a good thing right about now.
I have heartburn, but not a bad case. I use Pepto-Bismol for stuff like that.
I use Irish Springs soap.
Now, back to your scheduled Zach, already in progress.
So anyway, this me thing is really starting to bug me again. I've never been able to solve the problem, merely avoid it and put it off until later. Who am I? Or more to the point, what do I want to do for the rest of my life? I've lost the motivation to program; I mean entirely. I never want to program anymore, all of my time is spent drawing or wishing I had more drawing ability. BUT I CAN'T MAKE A CAREER OF ART!!! *growls and flops back in chair, staring at ceiling* If I were a celestial being, I'd be a muse, I'm sure. Maybe.
Someone will tell me, now or later, that I'm thinking too hard about it. Well. If I don't think about it, who will? When does my path become clear?
Ooh...and I think just figured out an answer. You'll have to wait to hear it, though. Scurvy knaves :P
