Showing posts with label sand in the glass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sand in the glass. Show all posts

Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year

I suppose that it might be a nice idea to restart this. A resolution if you will.
Perhaps it might have been better, I don't know, to just make a new blog instead of constantly trying to breathe life into a dead data hole, but quite frankly I don't know that I could come up with a title as clever as this again.

So let's take a look at 2009. I went to school, wrote papers, did homework, finished finals. Then it was summer! And of course, I was back in school writing paper, working and finishing finals.
Hmm. About the same.
And then in the last third of the year I did...the exact same thing as before.
So as I'm sitting watching the Twilight Zone marathon, thinking back on the year, I don't feel that I can honestly say that I accomplished much. Where is my adventure?!

And so this is the outlook I'm going to take for 2010. I'm going to take chances. I'm going to not hold back.
I'm going to finish all of the things I always said that I would.
I'm going to not idly let my goals slip away.
I'm going to make my own adventures.

I'm going to be more myself than ever.
Take that 2010.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Who cares if I'm cheating? The Honors Code doesn't cover this anway...

There I was, at the bookstore, loading up on LoCo items, since they are all on sale. And there. On the bookshelf.
A novel writing kit. I kind of laughed, but I did end up buying it.

It's by the guy who founded NaNoWriMo, and there really were some great tips in there. There is a progress chart (Darn you mother. I don't want to use it so I'm going to make a bigger one on posterboard so that it can be used another time), gold star stickers, and tip-a-day cards.

I'm super excited.

I think I'm sort of cheating, because I've already started writing before I found the kit, and they are pretty insistent that you don't have anything written before you start. But considering I only had about a 1,000 words, I don't see much of a problem.

So I've decided to work around National Novel Writing Month, and write one premature. I figure, it's the summer, I only have one class, and I should be able to get a little more than 1,500 words a day, right?

I found this great workbook (that is really meant for high school students but who cares I'm still only 18 anyway) for planning through things. I like things to be planned....I can't help it. Haha.

Soooooooo that's what I'm going to do at work today. How about you?

Monday, June 22, 2009

Oh, Sweet Summer

So it turns out that most techno songs are no longer free for me to listen to. Techno is eternally bound to the summer I turned 16.

There I was, just sitting there, philosophizing and the radio pulsing with music, when a techno song came on. And all at once, as if I were a child standing underneath a mushroom at a water park, it hit me.

I had bought two techno CDs that spring, and they really were the soundtrack of my summer. I listened to them, and nothing else. Dance remixes, DJ remixes, whatever what was on those CDs. I adored them. I couldn't get enough.
And so it really shouldn't come as a surprise, then, that I've created a mental link from that genre to that summer.
It was the summer I got my first love letter.
It was the summer I fancied myself in love.
It was the summer I learned I could write.
It was the summer I learned how to take a picture.
It was the summer I was independent.
It was the summer I felt like I belonged somewhere.
It's not a bad memory, that summer. Nostalgic and semi-bittersweet when I think of the goodbyes and the hellos that vanished as time washed over the months.

Here is to the summer.

And I'm taking back my toast to the radio. Because it made me realize that techno is dead to me, as all summers must die.

Friday, April 10, 2009

I come for the sand, not for the money.

I had an interview for a summer internship today.

Not sure how it went.
I don't think I'll get the position.
It's far away, appears to be no pay, requires training that I don't have, and they hope that the intern will return after being set free.
And I don't see that happening.
To be honest, I'm probably going to move to Maryland at some point.
And I don't even know if building engineering is anything I am interested in.
But being so close to the beach would be so nice.