In attempts to stay sane while planning not only a trip to Europe (and finding a deal at that), writing articles, looking for a job and plan of attack for dreams and goals and starting a part-time moneymaking gig, I have put full and total faith in caffeine and Welch's fruit snacks.
The effects show on my frame, which has gone from a Chik-Fil-A and Flying Dog tubby to a skinny puppy. Slowing down will bring about serenity.
Yet it's hard to slow down, because I have embarked on a strange period where my mind and body are both on different schedules. Allow me to explain as quickly as possible, since it's been proven that people don't like reading long web entries:
Body got to go to work. Mind got to figure stuff out. Mind can't work at 100% on non-work issues when body got to work. Got to work.
This is stress talking, making me a robot, and deserves no attention. Peace be with you.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Last night I attended the wedding of a high school friend, Ms. Anna Beth Allen, and her college beau, Tommy Tidwell. Much fun was had by all, and it turns out that "how you doin'" conversations can be quite enjoyable in the wake of mimosas and bellinis. And wine. And stiff stiff drinks.
I actually didn't need to retreat into a cave of alcohol to encounter faces from my past, and I had a good time. We'll avoid the usual dive into how surreal the actual ceremony was, because that's too much opining even for a blog. The truth of the matter: marriage is ready for you when you are ready for it.
My dad, in usual fiesta philosopher form, made a good point. Marriage doesn't matter one bit. It's a finalization, a contract, a word. Life doesn't change after marriage if the bride and groom were living together, existing together, attacking life together, etc. What does change a couple's life? Children. That's something in itself.
And on Sunday we rest.
I actually didn't need to retreat into a cave of alcohol to encounter faces from my past, and I had a good time. We'll avoid the usual dive into how surreal the actual ceremony was, because that's too much opining even for a blog. The truth of the matter: marriage is ready for you when you are ready for it.
My dad, in usual fiesta philosopher form, made a good point. Marriage doesn't matter one bit. It's a finalization, a contract, a word. Life doesn't change after marriage if the bride and groom were living together, existing together, attacking life together, etc. What does change a couple's life? Children. That's something in itself.
And on Sunday we rest.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Totally, entirely through, but I hit the ground running and have continued working on articles, thoughts, plans, ideas and pep talks to start up fiction again.
Various gifts were handed to me over the course of two days back home: a suit, which looked and felt classy even during the stressful suit-buying process; a DVD/video player, which will come in handy for those rare times when I have a videotape to play (see: porn, bootlegs, hobgoblin snuff films, old home movies); a digital camera, which will come in extremely handy during Europe. Ahhh, Europe. That place where I intend to go and that I have yet to plan. Will come in time.
Got a great call from an editor today, and he's interested in me writing each and every week, and paying me a modest stipend. Thank God for this guy, whose name shall be revealed when all is said and done.
I've been in the biblio all day, and now it is time to feed my face and rest my lids. This should be the first of many posts this summer. Things feel good. Sorry, that sounded like a guy who bought a convertible.
Peace out from the dug out.
Various gifts were handed to me over the course of two days back home: a suit, which looked and felt classy even during the stressful suit-buying process; a DVD/video player, which will come in handy for those rare times when I have a videotape to play (see: porn, bootlegs, hobgoblin snuff films, old home movies); a digital camera, which will come in extremely handy during Europe. Ahhh, Europe. That place where I intend to go and that I have yet to plan. Will come in time.
Got a great call from an editor today, and he's interested in me writing each and every week, and paying me a modest stipend. Thank God for this guy, whose name shall be revealed when all is said and done.
I've been in the biblio all day, and now it is time to feed my face and rest my lids. This should be the first of many posts this summer. Things feel good. Sorry, that sounded like a guy who bought a convertible.
Peace out from the dug out.
Monday, May 03, 2004
More than two weeks since my last post, but give me a break. I graduated, you nimrods!
On Friday, I was part of a ceremony that I will remember, as opposed to the one that I will participate in on Saturday. The Grady College had a little awards banquet, followed by our convocation at The Classic Center. I was given a certificate for my Hearst Award and a paperweight, respectively, and it was just right.
In the audience I could see my parents and girlfriend, and I could see pride and relief. Not only could I see it, but feel it and embrace it. Like a plant feels sun, like a baby feels a blanket.
I have to admit, in the weeks leading up to the event, I wasn't too thrilled about the whole experience. I felt like I had still something to achieve. Now I realize that is not the case. I've done a lot. I have so much more to do.
I think horoscopes are huge wastes of resources -- time, ink, paper, salary (for the writers), emotion, thought. I read one the other day that made sense, though, and maybe that is the case only because it touched me. "Life is not about finding yourself, but creating yourself." It added something.
In the coming weeks, expect more posts. It's time to work on freelance articles and finding how I'm going to bite life in the neck and draw blood. Good night.
On Friday, I was part of a ceremony that I will remember, as opposed to the one that I will participate in on Saturday. The Grady College had a little awards banquet, followed by our convocation at The Classic Center. I was given a certificate for my Hearst Award and a paperweight, respectively, and it was just right.
In the audience I could see my parents and girlfriend, and I could see pride and relief. Not only could I see it, but feel it and embrace it. Like a plant feels sun, like a baby feels a blanket.
I have to admit, in the weeks leading up to the event, I wasn't too thrilled about the whole experience. I felt like I had still something to achieve. Now I realize that is not the case. I've done a lot. I have so much more to do.
I think horoscopes are huge wastes of resources -- time, ink, paper, salary (for the writers), emotion, thought. I read one the other day that made sense, though, and maybe that is the case only because it touched me. "Life is not about finding yourself, but creating yourself." It added something.
In the coming weeks, expect more posts. It's time to work on freelance articles and finding how I'm going to bite life in the neck and draw blood. Good night.
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