Some days, when I sit in the hell that is my cubicle, I think that if I did actually have 10 hours a day of just a cube, and just an open Word document, I could actually write something pretty good. Like some work of staggering genius. But ideally, let's hope that never happens, because that would mean I have no job. And I kinda like my job. I like it because it's project-based, so tasks are generally a means to an end. And despite my moniker, I like having set goals ahead; something to shoot for.
It's like the project as a whole is a football season, and then you just plug away one game (task, assignment, whatever) at a time. Sports really is just a microcosm of life; I realize that more all the time. Like the
David Carr theory I came up with today. Pure genius. Also, on the chance I'm reading this something like five years ago, this past weekend was the one where LeBron hit the shot with one second left and reaffirmed your belief in life.
Oh, and I'm out of things in my horizon. No hobbies, no distractions, no nothing. Eh, I will get by.
Genius Idea Of The Day: For the love of all things holy, please connect every vending machine to a credit card machine. We had them all around UT and I loved every minute of it. Or atleast take fives. Or keep a change machine capable of changing fives near the machine. This isn't so much a great idea as an existing idea that must be mandated. Oh, and stop putting stuff that sucks in vending machines. Like maybe put something somewhat healthy in them. Just for me. I have a lot of problems with vending machines.
Albums I listened to today:
The Airborne Toxic Event -
The Airborne Toxic Event, and
The Stills -
Logic Will Break Your Heart.
Songs in the world that most describe me and always have: Modest Mouse -
Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset, Ween -
Exactly Where I'm At, Grateful Dead -
Touch of Grey. And as an added bonus, Interpol -
Untitled.
I quit my blender diet. Easy answer - because I remembered I have a Lunch And Learn (on DeSalting - is that something you might be interested in?) at work tomorrow where I'll have to eat solid food. Real answer - I didn't really feel like it anymore.
I really don't understand how more people don't commit suicide. I see so many people around where I'm like - "Wow, if I looked like them or my life was half as crappy as theirs, I'd be hurling myself off the nearest tall building." But then they keep parading around, plugging away. Oh well, maybe I have higher standards.
I'm "tagging" this post (about 100 years after they invented the feature) by categorizing it into subjects so when I look back in another 5.5 years I can see more easily the worthless crap I talked about. Never thought 5.5 years ago I'd still be doing it today, so I might as well accept the inevitable. And the funny thing is it has no end.
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Also, there's the fact that I don't really give a fuck what other people think, so you know, I can be in complete denial about my looser status.