Thursday, February 23, 2006
DayOffs are the best things.
Amazing what 24 hours can do.
All I did was play Burnout revenge and watch Olympics. Slept on the couch and smoked a few cigarettes outside with my housemate. But it was all that I needed to get my perspective back.
I'd been underwater a while, and I was starting to think all oxygen came in canisters.
I'm out of practice with this thing. The keyboard, words, witticisms. They're all a bit foreign, like friends from high school who you haven't hung out with since the day after graduation.
Meh, it'll come back to me. It always does somehow.
The important thing is that I'm writing again--on and off the internet. It's weird, I got a digital camera, and suddenly I'm remembering my life better. I'm writing down thoughts and there they are the next day. Instant recall, outsourced to a bit of ink.
It's weird that life is a sum of our choices. Some of those are good, some of those are bad. Someday I'll write a book about my choices. That or else I'll scribble them down in notebooks for others to piece together after I'm gone.
Better work on my handwriting.
I guess I should decide why I'm writing this. That or else I'm doomed to the fate of the ratio.
There's no critical merit in this blog, at least I'm not aiming for it. It's a record of my mental meanderings. It's not gonna do anything but tell you what I'm thinking at any given point.
most of my life is censored from here. I guess it needs to be. My goal is to make it so everything I do I can confidently write about on the internet.
Small, but important steps.
Watch out bad habits: your days are numbered.
-Trevor
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All I did was play Burnout revenge and watch Olympics. Slept on the couch and smoked a few cigarettes outside with my housemate. But it was all that I needed to get my perspective back.
I'd been underwater a while, and I was starting to think all oxygen came in canisters.
I'm out of practice with this thing. The keyboard, words, witticisms. They're all a bit foreign, like friends from high school who you haven't hung out with since the day after graduation.
Meh, it'll come back to me. It always does somehow.
The important thing is that I'm writing again--on and off the internet. It's weird, I got a digital camera, and suddenly I'm remembering my life better. I'm writing down thoughts and there they are the next day. Instant recall, outsourced to a bit of ink.
It's weird that life is a sum of our choices. Some of those are good, some of those are bad. Someday I'll write a book about my choices. That or else I'll scribble them down in notebooks for others to piece together after I'm gone.
Better work on my handwriting.
I guess I should decide why I'm writing this. That or else I'm doomed to the fate of the ratio.
There's no critical merit in this blog, at least I'm not aiming for it. It's a record of my mental meanderings. It's not gonna do anything but tell you what I'm thinking at any given point.
most of my life is censored from here. I guess it needs to be. My goal is to make it so everything I do I can confidently write about on the internet.
Small, but important steps.
Watch out bad habits: your days are numbered.
-Trevor
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