Well, that didn't go as planned

Ha, said I'd do daily then screwed up the very next day. Oops.

Do what you love:

I suppose there's merit in that statement. The "happiest" people are always the ones who love what they do and do what they love, right? At least, that's what they want you to believe. I'm not sure if it works out like that in the end seeing as I have minimal "real world" experience. But I'd like to believe that's true. It's why we tell people to follow their dreams and whatnot, right?

As a result we end up with a kind of split culture. We have those kids who have always known what they wanted to do, and have worked at their goals since forever. But we also end up with the kids who seem to just be meandering along hoping something will stick someday.

I'm pretty sure I'm in that second group.

I have hobbies. I function in society. And at the risk of sounding conceited (which admittedly, I probably am) I'm normally half-decent at whatever I put my mind to. But I'm also in my senior year of college with very little idea of where I want to go from here. My hobbies have very little professional impact. Unless I wanted to magically take up game design (which I don't- programming bores me to death).

So far, my path has been "do what you don't hate". Which isn't a terrible way to go about things, but probably not the best way either. This particular train of thought has run rampant though my scant few "adult-like" years. Have a project? Somehow relate it to video games or fencing. At least then I don't entirely hate the project.

Like now. I'm in a design class where I'm designing my own magazine. My magazine topic? Fencing. Why? Because the pictures will probably turn out half decent, and because the existing fencing magazine pisses me off. As a result, I don't particularly hate this project, and I'm learning more about design.

Honestly, I came into this blog believing I'd rant and rave about that project. But clearly that didn't work out so well and larger whiny and complainy bits of me took over.

In short, I guess I know what I'm doing with myself in this very instant, but I also have no idea how to go about the future. At least, not the long term future. I'm not quite equipped yet to say I've chosen the career path I want to go down. And even though I know people on a whole end up doing lots of things and that your undergrad major doesn't entirely define you as a person for the rest of forever, I'm still vary about it. Because that's how the world wants to make me feel.

Sign up for a journalism major? Clearly you are going to be a reporter for the rest of forever and do hard hitting news stories and uncover the next watergate. Lies and deceit. There's more to journalism than that. And there's also the fact that I'm a lazy ass reporter. I don't particularly like it. Column's are ok, but getting a column seems much more difficult than getting a beat. Hell, it's probably more difficult than moving to the middle of nowhere and being a "writer".

I suppose it'll come to me someday. After I get more practical experience in the world. Maybe I'll concentrate on that for what's next in my life. Practical experience. Take a few internships, pay off some loans. Then figure out if what I'm doing is really what I want to be doing. Or maybe I'll just run off to grad school, get my MFA, and teach at some college for the rest of forever. Who knows.

Quote of the Day:
"The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum."
- Havelock Ellis

Back on Track

Alright. I've been more than neglectful. I need to put a stop to that.

On a random note, there are people screaming outside my window:

Back on track. I mean that. Or, at least I hope I do. This post will, hopefully, be the reboot of me and writing and such things. For the better part of the summer I didn't update nearly as frequently as I should have, and not for any particular reason (other than perhaps shear laziness on my part).

I am now five weeks or so into the semester, and I'm getting into a much better rhythm of what to do, and when it needs to be done.

But that's not really what's important here. What's important is that I'm back. Full blown. I'm not going to commit to a 90 in 90 again (at least not yet), but I am going to commit myself to at least attempting to update this thing once a day. It isn't guaranteed to happen, but the motivation is back. I need to get back into the swing of things. The art of crafting words into coherent thoughts and getting everything out.

I miss it. I honestly miss sitting down and ranting and raving about nothing more than the trivial details of my journey's through writing. Of course this time through won't be exactly the same, and there will be far less "Damn you Brad" (which unfortunately will probably make for a less amusing blog). But in its place there will most definitely be more "Damn you Literature writers" because I am drowning in David Copperfield at the moment. And David Copperfield is not something that I ever imagined I would enjoy drowning in, but apparently I do. (Something about the ridiculousness of every bad thing in the world that could possibly happen to this kid happening is distinctly amusing in my eyes)

In any case, I intend to get myself back on track. As far as writing goes at least. So here's to nothing, or rather, something. Hopefully more somethings will be appearing on this oft-neglected blog sometime in the near future.

Quote of the Day:
"Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple"
- Dr. Suess