12/14/2004: ""I treated you like radium...""Listening to: the music in my head
Current mood: mossy
Yep yep, I'm back again on 5c11.net or as I like to call it, "WhenWillTheBloggingStart?". So, one would think that'd I'd be more likely to blog when I've got quite a bit of downtime, but for me it seems to be the opposite. I mean, I can't really think of the last time I had a much busier day than today and yet look at me, here I am posting away like a late-19th century Parisan. See, instead of my usual 4-5 hour work day, today I was lucky enough to be able to work a fun-filled nine and a half hour day (Note: For those that missed it, the previous sentence contained sarcasm). Afterward though, and quite at the last minute, Lynnea and I were invited to go see a somewhat avant-garde production of The Glass Menagerie. Which, while I can't really compare it to any other incarnations of said play (never having seen nor indeed read it), was um really really good. Sorry I seem to be running low on superlatives at the moment. I'll have to pick up a new bag next time I'm out. So anyway I guess all told it it balanced out, horrible long work day followed by an enjoyable bit of theatre.
Anyway, while I hate the amount of meta-blogging I do on this site (seriously, it's mostly all I do and it bores the hell out of me even while I'm doing it), it's not just a matter of blogging motivation, it's motivation in general. I guess it partly boils down to a matter of momentum. I think I need a certain amount of activity in my life in order to really even begin to think about actually doing anything. And for the last few months at least, well... if a rolling stone gathers no moss you may call me Moss-gar, King of the Moss People. And of course there's always such a thing as too much activity preventing you from doing anything, but on the other hand I tend to do the most thinking when I'm the most busy. Last school year, for example, when I was working 30+ hours a week along with doing school full time, my thoughts seemed to flow pretty smoothly, at least the majority of the time. Lately though they're alot more like. um. a simile for things that do not flow good. well. a do not flow well simile thing. yes.
Although, it could be that maybe I'm just lying to myself. Trying to make myself think that I've got some sort of creative impulses that could harnessed for the good of mankind, when in reality I can only plan creative endeavors when I have neither the time nor resources to actually implement them. Perhaps I'll spend the rest of my life either entangled and dreaming, or free and yet mired in diffusion and laziness. Well. Ok, so this post seems to be taking me downhill in a hurry so I think I'd best break it off before I actually start getting depressed. Heh, but hey I did just watch The Glass Menagerie which is not the cheeriest of plays. I mean, it's ends with everyone yelling and sobbing. Not entirely unlike some of my posts...