Short but meaningful…

Well holy hell.  A LOT has happened since my last update – isn’t that always the way it is with me, though?  Get into something hardcore for awhile, then back off, then come back?

Sigh.  That’s the problem with having what they call an “addictive” personality.

A test of patience.

Not my patience of course, your patience.  This is just a fun idea I had in my head; you’re the one that has to put up with it.  So here’s my glorious idea:

Starting with the song that’s on my iTunes right this second, I’m going to list my favorite lyric from this and the next nine songs that come up (I’m in shuffle mode, as I often am when I listen to anything in iTunes).  Ten songs total.  No skipping.  Thus, if I don’t know a song very well, I’m going to look up the lyrics and find something I like the best.  If you like this idea – steal it!  Just either give me credit, or link me so I can read, at the very least.  Haha.  To be fair, I’m probably not the first person with this idea, so I’m just going to pretend like I am.

Attacked by snakes!

Thinking of that song now (if you don’t know, it’s by an amazing ska band called “The Aquabats” – listen to them now), it oddly fits the dream I had last night.

“Big ones, little ones
Fat ones, skinny ones
Protect me from their venomous drug
That springs from the needles of fangs
Attacked by snakes”

Of course there’s more to it than that… but I love that song, so I had to reference it somehow.

Largely unsuccessful.

You know, the reason I usually don’t make lists of things for myself to do is because they usually don’t get done.  That, and the stuff that does get done is usually done specifically for the purpose of checking that thing off the list – not ’cause I actually want to do it or anything.  Le sigh.  Anyhow, it’s only a couple months late, but here’s how I fared on my Summer Checklist.  (Capitalized for pseudo-importance!)

Kanye West lets me finish.

See how I take a meme that absolutely everyone is sick of and use it as a subject line?  Yeah.  I went there.

For the most part, I just felt the need to check in.  I haven’t written anything in a long while.  I want to go back over my summer checklist and see what I got done – hell, we’re already into October and I haven’t checked that.  Sad days.  I wish I could say that I’ve been busy… and actually, I guess I can say that.  I’ve been busier than I let on, even to myself.  However, not so busy that I couldn’t take five minutes to write in this damn thing every now and again.  Maybe Twitter’s poisoned my mind – maybe I’m only really living life 140 characters at a time.

That right there… that’s pretty fucking ridiculous.  Forget I said that.

Progress report.

This was originally going to contain more (much more!) content, covering my weird dreams lately, my birthday events, and probably some random stream-of-conscious ADD-type stuff, but I’ll save all that stuff for a post of its own.  Plus, I have other stuff I need to do right now.  In the meantime – a progress report on my summer checklist.  Awwwwwwwright.

Checkmarks can be fulfilling.

In the past couple of days, in the process of writing my last entry and cleaning everything up on the ol’ blog here, I realized something – I haven’t done a checklist in a long, long time!

It used to be a late-spring ritual of mine when I wrote my blog at LiveJournal and then later Myspace;  before the summer started, I would always sit down and hammer out a checklist of things I wanted to do over the summer.  I can’t remember ever completing any of these checklists, but they were fun to put together, and it was kind of a motivator for when I was bored.  So, even though the summer is half over – I think I’m going to whip up a short checklist for the rest of the season.

Wasting my time?

It’s been so depressing around these parts lately.

My birthday is coming up soon, and it’s caused me to jump back into thinking about my own mortality.  After all these years of dwelling on it, it’s still really kind of a hard thing to wrap my head around… I mean, eventually, we will all just cease to exist.  There’s no way to prevent it.  (And honestly, even if you could, would you?)  The thing that fucks me up the most is thinking about how we will be perceived and remembered by the people that are still around after we die.

Cry more, crybabies. (It’s all for naught.)

The backlash over the American Idol results is deafening – I couldn’t get on any of the social networking sites last night without hearing about it one way or the other.  Myself – I haven’t been keeping track of Idol that closely this year; I’d pop in from time to time when the roommates were watching it, just to see who was who, but that was about it.  I had heard of Adam Lambert – mostly because I was pulled into our living room once to hear him completely butcher Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire”… and from that point on, I just couldn’t stand the kid.  (I mean c’mon, he completely ruined a genuinely good song – that’s hard to do!)  He had to lose – honestly,  I didn’t know if I’d be able to stand going to work if I had to spin an Adam Lambert single on the air ad nauseum.

Positive, for no real reason.

Have you ever just been feeling super good about things, even when you know you shouldn’t be?  I’ve been feeling that way a lot in the past week.  Sure, I’ve got collection agencies calling me twice a day; and I’m not really sure if I’ll ever have a steady full-time job in this town ever again; and my car is on its deathbed, figuratively; and seeing/speaking to friends back home makes me want to move back to be with them… but y’know, I’ve got a spring in my step, dammit, and it feels kind of nice for once.