To Be Continued
This will be my last post for a little while--I'm going to put off blogging until I can give it the amount of attention it really needs. This wee site 'o mine is going to undergo a complete overhaul (no, I really mean it this time, said the boy who cried redesign). So nobody worries, because I hate it when people worry about me, here's my life now.
I'm happy. I haven't used my winter break to it's greatest potential but at the same time it hasn't been a total waste. Financially I'm just barely making enough money to survive but that's cool with me because I am in fact surviving.
I had a great conversation about music the other day at work, and I was asked the question, "Do people just sit around and play music for the sake of playing music anymore?" It made me really want to be doing more musically and so I'm going to try to dedicate some more time putting in practice, by which I mean actual learning of scales and stuff, instead of just playing the same songs over and over again while occasionally picking up a few more. Not that that's bad, but I want to get better. I'm decent now, but I want to keep improving! Also I don't think I'll be able to get any lessons this semester for violin so I'm going to look around the intarweb and try to do some learning in that department as well. Also I want to learn how to sing and play guitar at the same time. It looks easy when you see someone doing it but actually, keeping track of pitch and rhythm and lyrics and chords and strumming at the same time can get really difficult.
I'm also working on (very slowly) getting into writing again. I started on a little something on my break at work the other day that eventually spiraled into me randomly coming into the living room and asking, "Martin, what kind of things could lead to the destruction of Western society and culture as we know it?" He looked at me like I was a freak. Still, it's a vital question to what turned into a whole complicated story instead of the flash fiction I wanted it to be. More on that another time, though. If you're that interested on keeping up with my writing, check fictionpress.com under the pen name cybergum. Check very rarely. But I promise to try posting something soonish.
Unfortunately, my productivity efforts, minimal enough as they are, are being severely hampered by the new Zelda game (For Gamecube--no Wiis here, I'm afraid). I'm really impressed by it! It really feels like an awesome blend of every Zelda game ever. As usual, I'm pleasantly surprised.
And I suppose, since it's been 2007 for a while, the obligatory new year's resolutions should be mentioned. Except for, here's the thing. I've never, never, never kept a new year's resolution. Not one. So I'm not going to make another year of false promises. Actions speak louder than words, so they say, and this year I want them to speak for themselves.
It's weird, the traps we can fall into when we doubt ourselves even a little and weirder still that until we get past them we tend not to even know that we've fallen. We make excuses until we actually start to believe them when the truth is, the biggest thing standing in the way of changing ourselves is ourselves. I know this isn't a knew revalation, I mean, it's been the plot of hundreds of "feel-good" movies, but it's still one of those things that makes you stop and think about where you are in your life and why. It makes you wonder what you've been afraid of all this time.
I'm trying to end this entry in a way that doesn't feel cliched and nothing is really coming to mind. I don't know how long this hiatus will be (or if anybody even looks at this anymore) but I really will be coming back, even if it's coming back with my head hung in failure without any changes made whatsoever. But that's a worst case scenario!
Till we meet again, dear readers.