Radio is an amazing medium. Been around about a hundred years, give or take a few, & can be used for so many different, great things. So why is it i enjoy making a mockery of it? If i get hired anywhere after this, i'll be floored. I'm totally average at production, & i'd say above average as far as broadcasting...but that is negated by the fact i'm a very strange person who feels the need to say things either best left unsaid or that would never have been thought about at that exact moment. Today was a good day, however i feel totally underwhelmed with anything i do in the studio almost exactly after i leave. It's weird. I think this means i actually CARE about this. I don't think it's my dream, but i care & enjoy it.
Digital_Ninja is laid up at the moment, & at the risk of not sounding cool, that's been kinda bothering me. Dude's a great guy, & definitely the most entertaining person i think i've come across. I wish him the best & hope he gets well soon. I just am a loyal bastard, for better or worse, & that combined with my absolute hatred of hospitals just makes me worry more than i should. So yeah, get better Paul. If i can do anything, let me know.
My brother called at 9:40 this morning to tell me he was on his way to Sac to meet some friends, i believe. Point is, i haven't heard from him since, & will call him tomorrow. Long drive from Vegas to Sac. My guess is he stopped in the LC or maybe even went to Eureka. He's like me in the sense that it just kills him showing people who aren't familiar with those kind of areas what they're really like. I expect him tomorrow night at the latest. Debating showing him some of the more interesting places over here, but after thinking about it, there aren't too many places that scream oh my god, come here.
About not knowing what you want until it happens or whatever i wrote last time, i think that's true. What's meant to be will always find a way. I'm not religious by any means, but i think destiny exists, just a matter of how you get there. Point A to Point C is in the cards, it just is a matter how what point B is & how you get there.
I made potstickers. My house smells enjoyable now. And i only burned myself a couple times. I rule.
I've been writing a lot. Writing & reading. I haven't done either this much is ages, & i've really, really missed it. I've just been inspired, like a fuse was lit or something. And it doesn't suck! Yet. I still for some reason can't write the one story i've been trying to get down for years, but i'm closer. Adding onto stories like mad, though, especially one i posted here ages ago that people seemed to like well enough. I'm just cynical enough to do it properly. It's nifty.
There's this girl at the college, really cute. Hair down to just below her ears, glasses, always smiles when she sees me. I think she's dating a dude in a wheelchair, though. Although from what i saw yesterday, i'm not sure they're dating so much as friends. Regardless, i'm debating asking her for coffee or something. Basically i just want a name to go with the face & big smile. I'd say she looks like either a Teresa or a Stacy. Never met a girl named either.
"Rocky Balboa" wasn't bad at all, just what it had to be. Not a masterpiece, just the best ending they could've hoped for after they fucked up the fifth one. I love those movies entirely too much, i've decided. They just are fun. I can't express it any more than that.
I still need clothes for the Speak Easy. Things keep coming up. I really don't wanna sit this out.
Domestic Dispute Count: SIX in the last two weeks. This is up from zero since August. I need to get our of here.
Hope everyone's doing well.
Digital_Ninja is laid up at the moment, & at the risk of not sounding cool, that's been kinda bothering me. Dude's a great guy, & definitely the most entertaining person i think i've come across. I wish him the best & hope he gets well soon. I just am a loyal bastard, for better or worse, & that combined with my absolute hatred of hospitals just makes me worry more than i should. So yeah, get better Paul. If i can do anything, let me know.
My brother called at 9:40 this morning to tell me he was on his way to Sac to meet some friends, i believe. Point is, i haven't heard from him since, & will call him tomorrow. Long drive from Vegas to Sac. My guess is he stopped in the LC or maybe even went to Eureka. He's like me in the sense that it just kills him showing people who aren't familiar with those kind of areas what they're really like. I expect him tomorrow night at the latest. Debating showing him some of the more interesting places over here, but after thinking about it, there aren't too many places that scream oh my god, come here.
About not knowing what you want until it happens or whatever i wrote last time, i think that's true. What's meant to be will always find a way. I'm not religious by any means, but i think destiny exists, just a matter of how you get there. Point A to Point C is in the cards, it just is a matter how what point B is & how you get there.
I made potstickers. My house smells enjoyable now. And i only burned myself a couple times. I rule.
I've been writing a lot. Writing & reading. I haven't done either this much is ages, & i've really, really missed it. I've just been inspired, like a fuse was lit or something. And it doesn't suck! Yet. I still for some reason can't write the one story i've been trying to get down for years, but i'm closer. Adding onto stories like mad, though, especially one i posted here ages ago that people seemed to like well enough. I'm just cynical enough to do it properly. It's nifty.
There's this girl at the college, really cute. Hair down to just below her ears, glasses, always smiles when she sees me. I think she's dating a dude in a wheelchair, though. Although from what i saw yesterday, i'm not sure they're dating so much as friends. Regardless, i'm debating asking her for coffee or something. Basically i just want a name to go with the face & big smile. I'd say she looks like either a Teresa or a Stacy. Never met a girl named either.
"Rocky Balboa" wasn't bad at all, just what it had to be. Not a masterpiece, just the best ending they could've hoped for after they fucked up the fifth one. I love those movies entirely too much, i've decided. They just are fun. I can't express it any more than that.
I still need clothes for the Speak Easy. Things keep coming up. I really don't wanna sit this out.
Domestic Dispute Count: SIX in the last two weeks. This is up from zero since August. I need to get our of here.
Hope everyone's doing well.