Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Garage Sale. Saturday. I Need To Pay My Heart's Outstanding Bills...

...A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch, some plastic daffodils, the cutlery and coffee cups I stole from all-night restaurants, a sense of wonder (only slightly used), a year or two to haunt you in the dark, a wage-slave forty-hour work week (weighs a thousand kilograms, so bend your knees) — comes with a free fake smile for all your dumb demands, the cordless razor that my father bought when I turned 17, a puke-green sofa, the outline to a complicated dream of dignity, and a laugh (too loud and too long). For a place where awkward belongs, or a phone call from far away with a “Hi, how are you today,” and a sign that recovery come to broken ones. Or best offer.
~ The Weakerthans

Hello Internet.

In less than 6 hours I'll be waking up to head to Atlanta for the summer. I'm really excited. If you're ever around Little Five Points / Decatur, give me a ring.

I've been thinking a lot about life lately, mine specifically. I'm turning 20 this year...what do I have to show for myself? A nice CD collection. Some flyers. A few scars. More memories and sleepless nights (both good and bad) than I can count. Sometimes I think that these things are meaningless, but I know to someone they meant something at some point in time. At least most of them. I feel like I could have utilized my time a lot better, though. I wish I would have gotten hints sooner, or at least actually done something about them when I did get them. I wish I knew the right words to say. I wish that I had actually changed things or made any real difference at all, in anything. But I didn't. I guess the best I can do now is aim high, for whatever I decide to do, and go with it, hoping to God that it doesn't fail like most of the things I've tried to do over the past few years.

Summer just started, and I'm already dreading the fall. Going back to Berry College for at least one more semester is going to be torture. I can't stand that place, the people, the atmosphere, anything. Maybe I should just ex-communicate myself from all society? ...Or just try somewhere else, and hope I'm not exiled there too. I really feel like I'm wasting my life at Berry, and apparently these are supposed to be some of the best days I get. If that's really the case, I'm going to hate seeing the worst.

I wish I knew how to change the things in my head into words on a page, but that's not happening. At least not right now.

Goodbye Internet.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Happiness Writes White...

April update.

Wow, what a fast month. April was, for the most part, great.

1. I finished writing the rest of the seasons. It's all ready to be recorded. It's happening this month, if all goes according to plan.

2. I started reading a fantastic book called One Hundred Years of Solitude. It's by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. You should read it.

3. Had many good times with friends, namely AJ, Mitch, Carlos, Cory, Luke, Lauren, and Nicole.

4. Got my summer internship at WonderRoot approved.

Lots of other things happened, but I can't remember them at the moment. Check the blog I actually use on a regular basis for more updated, in depth stuff. http://www.dakotafloyd.com