Wednesday, December 5, 2007
I was up pretty late last night... again. I was working on a couple projects (and by projects I mean [insert anything besides work here]), and I wanted to take a break, so I went to the porch. I turned on the porch light and stood outside marveling at fresh blanket of snow covering everyting. I was trying to think about why the sight always made me so happy, then I figured it out. In the early morning, when there's a fresh layer of snow that hasn't been touched by humanity yet, it's like a fresh canvas for the world, like we have the chance as a species to try again, like we get another chance, a world waiting to be molded. What's more comforting than realizing you've got another chance to get it right.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Hello blog, here I am again, feeling foolish. I do it to myself, so I don't know if I have a right to be upset about it, but I am. I never learn, and just end up putting myself through the ringer each time. I wonder sometimes if there will ever be... well, hmm, I'm having trouble putting this into the words I want, so I may have to let my thoughts stew a while longer. Maybe someday I'll have someone else to blame for these feelings, but for now, it's just me.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
If today is a good day, I'm not sure I could take it if it got any better. Today is of course only fitting considering how actually good Friday was. It started off great. Went to the radio station. Was the producer again, which I love, for a couple of reasons, but I really like that I get to bring in all my own transition music, and I really like seeing the guys excited faces when I play, for instance, "Christmas In Hollis" by Run D.M.C.. They also liked the new intro I made for the show, so that made me feel all fuzzy inside. Then I got home. I had a missed call from the moms so I called her back. If you look at the replay in slow motion you can really see where the happy train is derailed. She just had a lot of really heart warming things to say like "I don't feel like I really know you anymore" and "You should really be coming up with a plan" as in a plan for my life. I know she means well, but it's easy to forget sometimes. I don't really want to talk about the rest of the stuff that has happened since that phone call. I always love the week before finals, everything just seems to fall into place. Ugh... it's already 4pm and blah. Spork.