My money comes and goes. It's annoying. I shelled out a cool few hundred for a road bike today. Biking is too expensive of a hobby. I prefer running where all you need to buy is high tech shirts, top notch shoes, cool looking headbands, special earbuds, and non-chafing underwear.
But I pulled the plug on a few of my cable channels today. Unfortunately, I won't be able to tell people I have "all the channels". But I realized I'm happy watching the same TV series over and over again that I already have on DVD. And the NFL season is over, so I don't need a lot of the extra riff raff.
Another yearly review down at work. I hate getting critiqued and I hate critiquing myself. I hate checking my own work or reading my own writing. So, I don't really like reviews. I prefer just spouting my good ideas on stuff that isn't about me. But, it went well. I do do my best. And I like to think my unique perspective/skills comes in handy in the work environment.
I'm going to try to apply these skills to music making again. Everyone from my high school knows about my famous band Iron Pirate. It was a big success. Unfortunately, I think it was before it's time, because it took 30 minutes to send an mp3 back then.
But now I'm downloading some software type stuff to try to make new better music. Music that isn't just my rap lyrics over a rap instrumental. The problem is I play no instruments and don't sing well. But, I think listening to music something like 50 hours a week has given me good exposure and maybe some working knowledge. At least of what sounds good.
So, I'll see if this program makes it easy to make cool beats and virtual bands and what not. It will be my new side project for at least the 10 hours it takes to download. Unless I can't figure it out and I quit. The problem is I sit my computer at my coffee table rather than having a desk. I think I work less effectively because of that.
I cleaned and vacuumed a bit today after I came back from my voluntary work hours and the gym. The sound of a vacuum makes me suicidal, but I wore my iPod and pumped up the volume. I've already forgotten all about today basically. Sometimes my mind seems to store short-term memory in the folder marked for "dreams from when I was a kid." In fact, the dream I had about our company getting this new, young, Polish CEO and having a meeting at the Performing Arts Center at my high school actually seems more real than my actual day today.
In a perfect world, I'll win hundreds of thousands of dollars next weekend in Vegas, then I can get a desk and reduce my working hours to 10 a week (for a hobby), and have more time to pursue my side projects like my new band and the novel I wrote 2 pages of once.
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This last paragraph? Xanga gold, my friend.