So out with 2010 and in with 2011. I suppose this is the blog where I am supposed to reminisce on what happened during the past year and weed out what I learned. But I really don't think that is what I am going to do. To me it would feel false to write something like that, posing as some time of wise woman on her hilltop handing down sage council from the numerous experiences life has handed down to me.
Time passes, things happen, people learn from them and continue with life. It is that simple. Nothing magical, nothing mysterious, nothing special. Just an occurrence that happens to all of us, every day of our lives. So this year, I will dispense with the self reflection in lieu of something else.
Though just as cheaply thin and nonsensical as reflecting on a year past, I have decided to talk about what I plan for this up and coming year. I plan to be completely and wantonly selfish this year. I have watched as colleagues of mine have their lives unfold before them while it feels I am still in a holding pattern. Well I am done with that.
I am done walking down the path that leads to nothing, nothing and more nothing, being promised that somewhere at the end will be the rewards for the all the blood, sweat and tears that I continue to spill on a consistent basis. No, I fully intend to take a detour. For once let myself be distracted by things I have wanted to accomplish and have always told myself "I will do that later". Well later is now.
That is my goal. To do the things that I have put on hold, waiting for some undefined moment when my life would allow me to do them. And fuck everything else that decides it wants to get in my way.
Happy New Year.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
New writing project
Yeah, at it again. Always something else that I slate for myself, even though so many other projects lay unfinished. I always tell myself that I will get around to them some time. Probably should be a bit more disciplined about that. Anyway...
I had an idea pop into my head right before NaNoWriMo and shelved it for December. I have been working on bits and pieces and already I have hit part of a snag. It is crazy long. And when I mean crazy long, we are looking at book series. Or one of those huge, could kill a small dog, J.K. Rowling tomes.
I always seem to be that I make a story so much longer than what it has to be. The story could be about some man who is striving to be great, but for some reason I decide to start the story when he is 8 years old. Why do I feel the need to lay down so much ground work for a character? I mean it really isn't all that necessary. In fact, parts like that can be kind of boring. It reminds me of the days when I read books that you had to trudge though the first couple of chapters before the story got good. I am not really interested in doing something like that. At least not on purpose.
And coming up with names for the characters in this new story is quite brutal. I used to have a program called TableSmith on my laptop. But I dropped it and there went that. I might have it on the backup that IT made for me. I haven't checked. I am not sure why names are difficult this time around. I guess it is because I am looking for a certain sound or a certain feel to a name. A lot of times I believe that I am just thinking too hard. And that small amount of the time, I just let myself give into it.
I keep telling myself that I should write out everything I want to and then throw out all the bad stuff later. But for now, just let myself enjoy everything I want to do. Enjoy writing about mundane and monotonous tasks, even if I know that all of it is going to be scrapped. Write badly and hopefully a seed of something good will salvaged from amidst all the atrocity.
I have hit a point in my life where I wish I had several months were I did not need to do anything. I wish I could pack my things and live in some lakeside cabin (this is beginning to sound a bit like Secret Window) and just do nothing but write. No distractions, just me, some writing aids, and my imagination. But I am getting off topic and starting to ramble.
So yes, new writing project. I have done a small bit of writing on it. I feel like I am only scratching the surface of things in the story and there is going to so much to tell. And already I am starting to get lost in it. But it is the good typed of lost. It is the parts of the story that you have muddle through in order to make the jump from scene A to scene B.
I had an idea pop into my head right before NaNoWriMo and shelved it for December. I have been working on bits and pieces and already I have hit part of a snag. It is crazy long. And when I mean crazy long, we are looking at book series. Or one of those huge, could kill a small dog, J.K. Rowling tomes.
I always seem to be that I make a story so much longer than what it has to be. The story could be about some man who is striving to be great, but for some reason I decide to start the story when he is 8 years old. Why do I feel the need to lay down so much ground work for a character? I mean it really isn't all that necessary. In fact, parts like that can be kind of boring. It reminds me of the days when I read books that you had to trudge though the first couple of chapters before the story got good. I am not really interested in doing something like that. At least not on purpose.
And coming up with names for the characters in this new story is quite brutal. I used to have a program called TableSmith on my laptop. But I dropped it and there went that. I might have it on the backup that IT made for me. I haven't checked. I am not sure why names are difficult this time around. I guess it is because I am looking for a certain sound or a certain feel to a name. A lot of times I believe that I am just thinking too hard. And that small amount of the time, I just let myself give into it.
I keep telling myself that I should write out everything I want to and then throw out all the bad stuff later. But for now, just let myself enjoy everything I want to do. Enjoy writing about mundane and monotonous tasks, even if I know that all of it is going to be scrapped. Write badly and hopefully a seed of something good will salvaged from amidst all the atrocity.
I have hit a point in my life where I wish I had several months were I did not need to do anything. I wish I could pack my things and live in some lakeside cabin (this is beginning to sound a bit like Secret Window) and just do nothing but write. No distractions, just me, some writing aids, and my imagination. But I am getting off topic and starting to ramble.
So yes, new writing project. I have done a small bit of writing on it. I feel like I am only scratching the surface of things in the story and there is going to so much to tell. And already I am starting to get lost in it. But it is the good typed of lost. It is the parts of the story that you have muddle through in order to make the jump from scene A to scene B.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Michael Buble' Crazy Love Tour = Best Concert Ever
I has been bummed out a while ago when I saw that Michael Buble' was going to be performing in Atlanta. So close and yet so far away from me. So imagine my shock and surprise when I caught a commercial saying that Micheal Buble' was going to be bringing the Crazy Love tour to the Bridgestone Arena. Right smack in my backyard! There was no thought involved. I wanted tickets and I wanted them yesterday.
Of course the tickets I would have loved would have been right on the floor in front of him, but what I could afford (and what was left over) were the ones in the nosebleeds. I was okay with that though. I was there to hear the man sing. I could get over not being able to see every detail of his face. (Of course that was rectified by the large screens that were placed on either side of the stage.)
So fast forward to the night of the concert. It was my first time ever at Bridgestone Arena. And I had not been to a concert since 2003 or 2004. My seat wasn't that bad, actually. I was very happy about that. The opening act was Naturally 7. Honestly, after hearing them, I could have picked up purse, put on my coat and went home. They are really good. They are a group of men that do vocal play. I had never heard of vocal play until that night. I just remember my mouth falling open several times as these guys used their voices to mimic instruments. It honestly sounded like there was a band up on stage with them. But nope, just those 7 guys. (Very happy that I saw some black men that have decided to do more than rap and talk about sex all the time.)
Describing what it was like hearing Michael Buble' sing live...can that even by done? The fan girl inside of me spun herself dizzy as the lights went off inside the entire arena. The only thing you could see were the swirling logos on the white curtains on the stage. Then the intro to "Cry Me A River" (my favorite song on the Crazy Love cd) started to play and the entire place went crazy. People started screaming like mad. I can't lie, a huge smile was plastered on my face and refused to come off.
The curtains pull back, the live band is playing and there he is, Michael Buble, standing there in his black suit and tie. Oh God, I wanted to squeal like a tween at a Justin Bieber concert. Oh this concert was everything I wanted and them some.
This show delivered everything. Buble' has a tickling sense of humor and can really perform to a crowd. I left there thinking that every penny I used on that ticket was well spent and I would do it again. People were singing along, dancing in the aisles, clapping and cheering. It was three hours of some of the greatest fun I have had in a long time.
Of course the tickets I would have loved would have been right on the floor in front of him, but what I could afford (and what was left over) were the ones in the nosebleeds. I was okay with that though. I was there to hear the man sing. I could get over not being able to see every detail of his face. (Of course that was rectified by the large screens that were placed on either side of the stage.)
So fast forward to the night of the concert. It was my first time ever at Bridgestone Arena. And I had not been to a concert since 2003 or 2004. My seat wasn't that bad, actually. I was very happy about that. The opening act was Naturally 7. Honestly, after hearing them, I could have picked up purse, put on my coat and went home. They are really good. They are a group of men that do vocal play. I had never heard of vocal play until that night. I just remember my mouth falling open several times as these guys used their voices to mimic instruments. It honestly sounded like there was a band up on stage with them. But nope, just those 7 guys. (Very happy that I saw some black men that have decided to do more than rap and talk about sex all the time.)
Describing what it was like hearing Michael Buble' sing live...can that even by done? The fan girl inside of me spun herself dizzy as the lights went off inside the entire arena. The only thing you could see were the swirling logos on the white curtains on the stage. Then the intro to "Cry Me A River" (my favorite song on the Crazy Love cd) started to play and the entire place went crazy. People started screaming like mad. I can't lie, a huge smile was plastered on my face and refused to come off.
The curtains pull back, the live band is playing and there he is, Michael Buble, standing there in his black suit and tie. Oh God, I wanted to squeal like a tween at a Justin Bieber concert. Oh this concert was everything I wanted and them some.
This show delivered everything. Buble' has a tickling sense of humor and can really perform to a crowd. I left there thinking that every penny I used on that ticket was well spent and I would do it again. People were singing along, dancing in the aisles, clapping and cheering. It was three hours of some of the greatest fun I have had in a long time.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
A lot about nothing
I am pretty sure that this is going to be one of those blogs that is about nothing. So if you skip reading this one, it won't hurt my feelings in the least.
The past week has been pretty hard for me for some odd reason. I think it is the combined effects of it getting so dark so early and me wanting to go home for the holidays. This time of the year always seems to be really hard for me to get through. I always feel listless, lethargic and depressed. And I can almost mark it down to the day when it is going to start.
This is probably the third year this has happened to me. I am not sure why this is happening now. I never remember having issues with this when I was younger. Sure, I was always ready for Christmas break to start, but I never remember feeling so bad right before the holidays.
Now, I am not writing this so people can read it and feel sad for me. Quite the opposite. Now that I am aware as to what is going on, I am starting to be pro-active about it. The moment I feel depression starting to sink in, I start cutting on all the lights and opening up all the windows. I put on the happiest music I can find or listen to something uplifting (usually Joel Osteen, Joyce Meyers or Creflo Dollar). I don't dwell on those dark thoughts that try to barrage my brain. Instead, I busy myself with something that is productive and has some type of completion attached to it. Something I can feel good about finishing.
I am not sure if this is just some stage I have fallen in and one day I will not have to worry about this any more. Or is this something that I will always have to stay on top of and make sure that it doesn't devour me because I am not paying attention. But as for right now, I am do my best in order to keep myself together as I patiently wait for the days to become warmer and longer.
The past week has been pretty hard for me for some odd reason. I think it is the combined effects of it getting so dark so early and me wanting to go home for the holidays. This time of the year always seems to be really hard for me to get through. I always feel listless, lethargic and depressed. And I can almost mark it down to the day when it is going to start.
This is probably the third year this has happened to me. I am not sure why this is happening now. I never remember having issues with this when I was younger. Sure, I was always ready for Christmas break to start, but I never remember feeling so bad right before the holidays.
Now, I am not writing this so people can read it and feel sad for me. Quite the opposite. Now that I am aware as to what is going on, I am starting to be pro-active about it. The moment I feel depression starting to sink in, I start cutting on all the lights and opening up all the windows. I put on the happiest music I can find or listen to something uplifting (usually Joel Osteen, Joyce Meyers or Creflo Dollar). I don't dwell on those dark thoughts that try to barrage my brain. Instead, I busy myself with something that is productive and has some type of completion attached to it. Something I can feel good about finishing.
I am not sure if this is just some stage I have fallen in and one day I will not have to worry about this any more. Or is this something that I will always have to stay on top of and make sure that it doesn't devour me because I am not paying attention. But as for right now, I am do my best in order to keep myself together as I patiently wait for the days to become warmer and longer.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
WoW has eated my brain...again
For those of you who have not been paying attention, World of Warcraft's newest expansion is coming out in 6 days. Now me, being the good little med student that I am, I had sworn off playing WoW about a year ago. Came back and played around for a month, 6 months ago, and had not touched the game since. But when my life took an unforeseen turn, I fired the game back up, just to see what was going on. And just like that, I was sucked right back into the habits of old. And oh, did it feel ever so good.
I came back right in time to play a bit before the Shattering. And now that Patch 4.0.3 has come, oh my God! It is like having a new game before the actual new game. And I could not be happier that everyone will be coming back to the Old World now. And there is a portal for Hyjal in Stormwind! How cool is that?!
And I think the greatest thing was that even though I had been off the game for quite some time, there were people who still whispered me from the days when I rped quite a bit. Made me feel good that I was remembered.
In a buying spree, I went ahead pre-ordered Cataclysm. I have already made spaces for my goblin or worgen or both. (I am quite the altoholic) I have come to realize that no one ever fully quits WoW. You just take a break from it. Some are longer than others. But you are destined to come right back to it some day. And trust me, when you do, it feels just like coming back home.
So here's to more fun times running through my pixelated world.
I came back right in time to play a bit before the Shattering. And now that Patch 4.0.3 has come, oh my God! It is like having a new game before the actual new game. And I could not be happier that everyone will be coming back to the Old World now. And there is a portal for Hyjal in Stormwind! How cool is that?!
And I think the greatest thing was that even though I had been off the game for quite some time, there were people who still whispered me from the days when I rped quite a bit. Made me feel good that I was remembered.
In a buying spree, I went ahead pre-ordered Cataclysm. I have already made spaces for my goblin or worgen or both. (I am quite the altoholic) I have come to realize that no one ever fully quits WoW. You just take a break from it. Some are longer than others. But you are destined to come right back to it some day. And trust me, when you do, it feels just like coming back home.
So here's to more fun times running through my pixelated world.
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