Really, a better blog will come. Sadly, work is sucking the very life out of me. Worst part? I don't physically do anything! I sit...all night. I feel like a slug by the end of the shift, the only reason I'm tired is through inactivity and a major disrupted sleep pattern. 11pm to 7am (sometimes 9am). Sleeping sucks, and it's only going to get worse as temperatures increase.
Picked up a summer class I thought would be a breeze, but it may turn out to be one of the more demanding classes I've yet taken. Yes, I am a little bummed, but I think it will take me outside of my usual zone of talents and help my mind grow. The class is analyzing short stories and novels. We (the class) spend time reading various stories, discussing them via an online forum, and compare insights relating to them. Typically, I find myself in a class with a majority of dullards, but not this time around. There are some dullards, to be sure, but there are some very insightful people in this class. Hence, I'm stoked.
Didn't remember to get pics, but I've been fully waxed in my regions, which was rather...interesting. Painful, yes, but I like the "after" effects, so I'll do it again (May 25th, to be exact). Less painful than anticipated and the awkwardness of offering up my anus for cosmetic improvement wasn't nearly as bad as expected.
There's more to life going on than just these things, but I really hadn't been in the mood to really let it all out lately. Creative juices are stirring, ideas are always coming to mind, but when I have a few moments to actually get my thoughts out, that spark is mysteriously absent.
Picked up a summer class I thought would be a breeze, but it may turn out to be one of the more demanding classes I've yet taken. Yes, I am a little bummed, but I think it will take me outside of my usual zone of talents and help my mind grow. The class is analyzing short stories and novels. We (the class) spend time reading various stories, discussing them via an online forum, and compare insights relating to them. Typically, I find myself in a class with a majority of dullards, but not this time around. There are some dullards, to be sure, but there are some very insightful people in this class. Hence, I'm stoked.
Didn't remember to get pics, but I've been fully waxed in my regions, which was rather...interesting. Painful, yes, but I like the "after" effects, so I'll do it again (May 25th, to be exact). Less painful than anticipated and the awkwardness of offering up my anus for cosmetic improvement wasn't nearly as bad as expected.
There's more to life going on than just these things, but I really hadn't been in the mood to really let it all out lately. Creative juices are stirring, ideas are always coming to mind, but when I have a few moments to actually get my thoughts out, that spark is mysteriously absent.
Working (per my current job) from 11:00pm to 7:00am, in no mood for anything in particular, and absolutely no discipline to do the things that I should do, like homework. And I've given up Facebook & Twitter for Lent.
Bored....bored....b-b-b-b-b-bored. *sigh*
This shift is dragging.
Really in the mood for warm temps, sun and sand. Oh, and in the mood to enjoy all three of those things sans clothing. Have been in an intense mood to be nood lately. Not that I can't be nude around the homestead, but it's not the same.
Creative juices have been flowing again, lately anyway. Not this night, but I feel an informative, entertaining, and highly illicit blog is looming. Stay tuned.
Bored....bored....b-b-b-b-b-bored. *sigh*
This shift is dragging.
Really in the mood for warm temps, sun and sand. Oh, and in the mood to enjoy all three of those things sans clothing. Have been in an intense mood to be nood lately. Not that I can't be nude around the homestead, but it's not the same.
Creative juices have been flowing again, lately anyway. Not this night, but I feel an informative, entertaining, and highly illicit blog is looming. Stay tuned.
Good things are happening, but negativity is always there, lurking in the shadows. Really want to cut loose and let thoughts become words, but I"m feeling very numb lately. Perhaps soon I'll just update in bullet point format, but maybe that will help get the juices flowing enough to actually write up a storm.
My skin chafes at the restraints of prudent fashion.
Generations of indoctrination pull at the strings to my thoughts,
manipulating my desire to embrace the new and different.
Wanting, aching, fighting, I finally rebel!
An article at a time, I undress.
Prompted by my body's whims, my clothing to falls to the ground,
not caring where it comes to rest.
Opening myself to scrutiny, I step into the open so all can see and judge.
The judgement never comes.
So many not noticing, I experience an epiphany.
I was the one judging all along, allowing myself to be deceived.
Shedding more than just garments, my heart and mind open to new thinking.
Clothing was the deception;
being naked the truth.
Misconceptions shedding as easily as the once restrictive garments, my pulse quickens.
Elements embrace me, rousing my senses as never before.
My body is tickled by a wave of curious new stimuli, my mind is laid bare;
laid bare to what could have been,
were it not for misconceptions.
Seeing with new eyes, I bare my body for all and no one.
Both humbled and exalted, I learn.
I am capable of seeing and not judging, of experiencing before rejecting.
My heart and mind are open, ready to be filled anew.
The mind is as naked as the body.
Awakened, enlightened, unfettered; I am naked.
[Ideas] I'm not entirely sure "exposed" is the right word for the growth and change I want to convey. Yes, they're unclothed, exposed to elements, but I'm considering a word that means "laid bare" in the sense of the metaphysical as well as the physical.
[Edit] After some thought, I decided that "exposed" didn't convey what I wanted. Last line has become what you now see; "Awakened, enlightened....."
Generations of indoctrination pull at the strings to my thoughts,
manipulating my desire to embrace the new and different.
Wanting, aching, fighting, I finally rebel!
An article at a time, I undress.
Prompted by my body's whims, my clothing to falls to the ground,
not caring where it comes to rest.
Opening myself to scrutiny, I step into the open so all can see and judge.
The judgement never comes.
So many not noticing, I experience an epiphany.
I was the one judging all along, allowing myself to be deceived.
Shedding more than just garments, my heart and mind open to new thinking.
Clothing was the deception;
being naked the truth.
Misconceptions shedding as easily as the once restrictive garments, my pulse quickens.
Elements embrace me, rousing my senses as never before.
My body is tickled by a wave of curious new stimuli, my mind is laid bare;
laid bare to what could have been,
were it not for misconceptions.
Seeing with new eyes, I bare my body for all and no one.
Both humbled and exalted, I learn.
I am capable of seeing and not judging, of experiencing before rejecting.
My heart and mind are open, ready to be filled anew.
The mind is as naked as the body.
Awakened, enlightened, unfettered; I am naked.
[Ideas] I'm not entirely sure "exposed" is the right word for the growth and change I want to convey. Yes, they're unclothed, exposed to elements, but I'm considering a word that means "laid bare" in the sense of the metaphysical as well as the physical.
[Edit] After some thought, I decided that "exposed" didn't convey what I wanted. Last line has become what you now see; "Awakened, enlightened....."
As November draws to a close, I frown at my lack of creativity this month. There's no end to material to write about, but whenever an idea arises it is neither the place or time to jot the idea down for later exploration. Not that this is the best of excuses, I know, but it's an excuse nonetheless.
Several times I've sat down to my 'puter with an idea burning in my mind, but then I sit there, stumped, with writer's block. Waiting it out a few minutes, I then place my hands on the keyboard and let my thoughts flow, but the thoughts never seem pertinent to my original idea. They're just random thoughts, which have greased the way for insertion of more relatable words (brainstorming on the fly), but they remain just that, random. Saving my barely started draft, I vow to come back to it later, but even when I do, I'm more of the mind to scrap it and start fresh with something else. Such is the case tonight. This blog is the the third attempt at producing something; the first two drafts, hardly being anything more than a couple of half-assed opening lines, will soon face an unceremonious expunging.
Where I'm at with writing is difficult to put into words. As source material, I'm not one to journal, at least not in the conventional sense. You won't often find me detailing my day/week/month in a chronological way. Rather than linear or structured journaling, however, I'll let one...thought or revelation I've had that day become the starting point at which to begin. Things just flow from there on out, and sometimes, a new thought causes my entire blog to change. Sometimes, this change in direction results in the deletion of a bulk of my work in lieu of the newer thought.
I enjoy the writing process more than I ever did in High School, though I did enjoy it then, but I wasn't as aware of it. Similar to the way mathematically inclined people describe their love of the rules of arithmetic, I describe a love for the rules and structure of grammar.
Deviating from the unbending rules of mathematics, however, grammar can be flexible. Sure, there are rules to follow, but you can work within those rules to express something. Balancing out an equation is very linear and there isn't much in the way of expression to it. Take a single sentence - any random sentence in the world, and depending on the person, it can be expressed in a nearly infinite number of ways. "Love," for example, can be (has been) expressed in...well...more ways than I can count. And each way has the potential for being grammatically correct.
Of course, you can bend - or ignore - the rules of grammar to vary degrees, and still achieve a level of mastery that some of the most profound adherents to grammar will never achieve. It really pulls the saying, "he who is a master of words is a master of men," under the microscope.
Forgive my digression, but just being able to spew words with which I'm comfortable is a good thing. It could be about defecation, but as long I'm happy with the flow it's all good. That my fingers are moving like they haven't in a month's time is amazing.
How shall I overcome this...stagnation? This writer's block? Read more and live more, I think. Exposure to more stimuli might help. Stir things up a bit and see what comes out of the cauldron.
Several times I've sat down to my 'puter with an idea burning in my mind, but then I sit there, stumped, with writer's block. Waiting it out a few minutes, I then place my hands on the keyboard and let my thoughts flow, but the thoughts never seem pertinent to my original idea. They're just random thoughts, which have greased the way for insertion of more relatable words (brainstorming on the fly), but they remain just that, random. Saving my barely started draft, I vow to come back to it later, but even when I do, I'm more of the mind to scrap it and start fresh with something else. Such is the case tonight. This blog is the the third attempt at producing something; the first two drafts, hardly being anything more than a couple of half-assed opening lines, will soon face an unceremonious expunging.
Where I'm at with writing is difficult to put into words. As source material, I'm not one to journal, at least not in the conventional sense. You won't often find me detailing my day/week/month in a chronological way. Rather than linear or structured journaling, however, I'll let one...thought or revelation I've had that day become the starting point at which to begin. Things just flow from there on out, and sometimes, a new thought causes my entire blog to change. Sometimes, this change in direction results in the deletion of a bulk of my work in lieu of the newer thought.
I enjoy the writing process more than I ever did in High School, though I did enjoy it then, but I wasn't as aware of it. Similar to the way mathematically inclined people describe their love of the rules of arithmetic, I describe a love for the rules and structure of grammar.
Deviating from the unbending rules of mathematics, however, grammar can be flexible. Sure, there are rules to follow, but you can work within those rules to express something. Balancing out an equation is very linear and there isn't much in the way of expression to it. Take a single sentence - any random sentence in the world, and depending on the person, it can be expressed in a nearly infinite number of ways. "Love," for example, can be (has been) expressed in...well...more ways than I can count. And each way has the potential for being grammatically correct.
Of course, you can bend - or ignore - the rules of grammar to vary degrees, and still achieve a level of mastery that some of the most profound adherents to grammar will never achieve. It really pulls the saying, "he who is a master of words is a master of men," under the microscope.
Forgive my digression, but just being able to spew words with which I'm comfortable is a good thing. It could be about defecation, but as long I'm happy with the flow it's all good. That my fingers are moving like they haven't in a month's time is amazing.
How shall I overcome this...stagnation? This writer's block? Read more and live more, I think. Exposure to more stimuli might help. Stir things up a bit and see what comes out of the cauldron.
It may not be the record, but having worked 64 hours of the past 96 sucks bawz. Not like the good ball sucking that the right person can administer. We're talking big, flopping, sweaty, vinegar scented donkey bawz.
Tomorrow I shall sleep...at great length...with reckless abandon...and extreme prejudice. Until that time arrives, I'll be whimpering like a young child with a skinned up knee.
Tomorrow I shall sleep...at great length...with reckless abandon...and extreme prejudice. Until that time arrives, I'll be whimpering like a young child with a skinned up knee.
Just getting some love out for a recently discovered Hopeful, whose transition to PINK should happen - MUST happen, or I'll surely lose faith in the SG model selection process.
WIthout further ado, I give you AcidGarden!!
Cute face, beautiful eyes and a smile that could warm the Grinch's heart...
...not to mention a nice sense of style.
Looks pretty good from the rear, and you can't bet your begonias she looks just as stellar from the front too. Go check her set, Fabulations and make sure she gets the love she so rightfully deserves!
WIthout further ado, I give you AcidGarden!!
Cute face, beautiful eyes and a smile that could warm the Grinch's heart...
...not to mention a nice sense of style.
Looks pretty good from the rear, and you can't bet your begonias she looks just as stellar from the front too. Go check her set, Fabulations and make sure she gets the love she so rightfully deserves!
Dear Auto-Insurance Rates,
You suck big, floppy, sweaty, vinegar scented donkehbawz! I'll make peace with you when every last Jewish soul - of those living and not - makes peace with Adolf Hitler. Furthermore, were you a real person whose face were on fire, I'd put that shit out with a salt covered fork.
Not loving you with every fiber of my being,
Andy
P.S. Fuck you! I hate you more than I hate Presidential Campaign coverage.
You suck big, floppy, sweaty, vinegar scented donkehbawz! I'll make peace with you when every last Jewish soul - of those living and not - makes peace with Adolf Hitler. Furthermore, were you a real person whose face were on fire, I'd put that shit out with a salt covered fork.
Not loving you with every fiber of my being,
Andy
P.S. Fuck you! I hate you more than I hate Presidential Campaign coverage.
Stupendous things are afoot in my life, but they'd be a lot fucking better were I not suffering from an onslaught of allergies AND a damn cold. Powers that be, I do not thank thee.
Wishing I could suffer this shit away on a nice, warm beach.
Wishing I could suffer this shit away on a nice, warm beach.
