Peter is oh so famously-dressed

Never what it seems

There are days that take you by surprise, and I think today was one of those days. You have a day planned, iCal set up with accomplishments to come, yet something or someone has altered the original vision. I don’t know but I think that’s what life is about. We have plans to keep us moving, but not once do we think about what happens when plans alter and why. Every time I have something to think about, I post on here. I know nobody reads it, but I write it for me believe it or not. Anyways lets get back to the story. 

So you wake up with something in mind, and something in the course of that day alters it. You have to then sit and ask yourself; if what is going to change your day is worth it? It’s one of those split decisions where you make it subconsciously, then talk yourself into the decision you made throughout the next hour. Usually, it’s the decision you didn’t plan. it’s between the day you knew and the day you wonder about. Of course your going to choose the rabbit hole. So that’s what I did today and I enjoyed it. I feel different today, I don’t know what else to say but I’m gonna get my shit together, it’s now or never. 

I think some days are meant for learning and I would say today is one of them.          

Eight Days a Week

Sometimes you think your tired to find out that you have gotten past that sleepydos, injected an electric burst and for some reason, whatever it might be, keeps your eyes intrigued to write such a continuous long  run-on sentence. And thinking back on it, It was probably the music, the song, that inspired me to write my thoughts down. So here we go again:

Girls with huge boobs, who run are extremely distracting. Nothing sexual, just in general. It’s weird for me to view, it has to be weird for them to run. That sucks, what do you do then, ellipticall only? Probably.

I realized in the past month that I think my human instinct, like a lot of you, need change. Maybe I’m in for change more frequently than others. I think this because ever since I’ve been 18 I’ve been roaming around the San Diego area. I can never stay in a place longer than a year and when I have (once) it was only because I needed to complete school which also proves my point. I cant tell you how many times I changed my major, actually I can, it was once. I didn’t know what I was going to do for three years. I found out in my fourth year that graphic design w/ emphasis in web design was truly what I wanted to do. I seems to be my destiny. I can’t get enough, I always feel like I’m failing and never doing anything good enough or to my potential. I always feel like I can do whatever I am doing better the next time. I look around and see so much inspiration from others but never stop to look at myself and check my progress. I still don’t, I just continue for some odd reason. Keep myself down, it’s kind of pathetic. I’m still young, I’m still learning, I’ll figure it out.

If I take a day off, and what I mean by that is, I don’t (in one way or another) work on a project, a website, or go to work, I seriously feel sick to my stomach. Is that normal for a 23 year old? Do I want it so bad, that it truly is making me sick. I can taste it, but it taste like something I want to throw up. Say I work 35 hours a week in the corporate world, I’ll go home and work more. For some reason, it’s never good enough. I need to take a breath and not let each week pass by so quick. It’s wrong, and I’m too young to not stop and look at the world once in a while.

Switching up your routine isn’t that bad either, people are just afraid of it. They end up turning into Jack Nicholson in “As Good As It Gets” but in a mild version. You drink the same coffee, you eat the same lunches, you go to the gym on those specific days, and you count the seconds till freedom hits on the weekend. Though for most of us, you know we still work on the weekends. When will it end, when will I be content in turning away from work and not trying to better myself. I enjoy it though, maybe I enjoy it too much, maybe I’m afraid of failure and I’m going to avoid it at all costs. It reminds me of soccer, If practice makes perfect, well give me a call on my phone to let me know if I have duty for fruit snacks this weekend.