Radio Silence. or death rattle.

Not a whole lot to report for today...
My sleep schedule has been reduced to sunlight-hours only, which I'm not very proud of. I went on one of my regular late-night walks with a friend, and eventually ended up at 7-11, per usual (my choice, not his). I almost bought a Shaq/Arizona cream-soda (Weird branding combo, right?), but by the magic of the universe, their card readers were broken and I had to put it back. A drunk girl offered to buy it for me, but I think she was, though standing right there, completely oblivious to the conversation outlining how cards don't work. So I politely declined.

So. Many. Activities.

Hopefully I'll do something with my fucking life in the very near future.

Like get a job.
(Yes, mom, I am trying. Sort of. Probably not as much as I should be.)

Or make some art.

Or finally get around to working out.

Or........

Yeah, that's pretty much my life right now. Mediocre ideas that eventually I do nothing with.

I never said I was a role-model...

On to another day.

xoxo,
a

We're #1...

I suppose I should say a little about this blog. Give it a name. Give it a face. Create an identity for this personhood.

I would like to keep a record of my thoughts. My actions. My dreams. This is a public blog (for now), so there will surely be some level of censorship (read: omission) to maintain a certain level of privacy, but this is my diary. These are my musings.
This is a chronology of my life.
I'm not entirely sure who I'm doing this for. Probably myself. Potentially others.
I feel that conscious reflection is something that is often lacking in my life. I'm not very good at keeping up. Writing down. Reading back. Working through.

I have a head full of thoughts and no way to let them out.

So to this I pledge to work and write. I will take the special moments of my life, write them down, and with them,
DO SOMETHING.

xoxo,
a