Writing for who know's why.

I've had a serious case of nostalgia since I bumped my head last Summer. Pokemon! Those countless hours (okay, according to my game cartridge, 999 hours) of scrunching my eyes in dim light trying to see if my Lugia had leveled up, guessing that the little red light of my Gameboy meant I had ten minutes until had to save... Getting back into it is all too similar in the limitless potential. The game has changed, and I have changed. I have reached the limits of time usefully spent on the device. Sad, to know this game has little left to offer me after it being in my life for so long. My life has some major restructuring coming up, and in the past that has meant I change too. I'm driving this change... in the future. Not yet, I'm dragging my heels on this one. You musn't use too big a hook, lest you catch too big a fish.

Blesséd Living

Put on albums from youtube. Interview on Hallow' een. Feeling incompetent for the school work for this weekend. Group's relying on me, gotta teach myself. Can't get myself to work like a robot. Could go for a run, could give myself something to work toward for motivation. Or remain unproductive.

Undivided Self Interest

Take away thoughts of anyone or anything other than myself. Note that who I am reflects some of these relations to things outside of me, but think only in terms of me. Now, what would I look to be later on? I would like to be happy without being content. There will still be a future self for my future self, with room to improve. I would like to make less of a mess of relations with people as I go through my life, not that I am doing dismally now but it is an area that could use improvement. And I would like to be challenged in my abilities, mentally, without losing all my hair over it. Where am I now? Actually, what do I want now, because that is more useful. I want a partner that keeps things interesting and is attractive to me. I want to prepare myself for future success. I have half-assed desires like running a triathlon, writing a book, writing campaigns, writing music, playing instruments... What did I want then? Life.

Feb

My day started off pretty sucky when the dog woke me up and broke the candle casing. But listening to Kesha's Die Young while watching the fog lift off the pond and the waterfowl clustered in coveys split by species of geese, coots, pipers, and duck. Going to insist on having a good day today!