I'm baaaaaaaack!

Doesn't it bother you when your mind says something that your body doesn't agree with? Mine does too.

I've been wasting away, now that I am back in Alamosa. I have read Ray Bradbury's Zen in the Art of Writing and have worked on a puzzle; that's essentially what I've fully accomplished. Yes, I have been reading a lot more than just that book, but that is the first one that I have finished thus far. The puzzle was completed today. My victory in the last couple weeks can be broken up into a thousand different pieces that I decided to put together only so that someday, it may be broken up and completed by someone else during another time.

It is hard to talk to people anymore. Or maybe it isn't. I think that my problem stems from my fascination for mistakes and judgment. I am constantly searching for imperfections, contradictions, and error in each and every human that I keep meeting. It's like a switch that I just can't stop. It's as though Sir Arthur Conan Doyle decide to hand over his creation's perception. Though, instead of using that power to fight crime or solve ingenius mysteries, I am wasting them. I am meeting useless people that aren't worth my time to judge. I'm introducing myself to others in hopes that I can make a connection with someone, but it doesn't work in the way that I would like. I go into situations like that with bad intentions. The pit of my cherry brain has the stiffness of a pessimist with a membrane laced with optimistic tendencies.

I want to be 9,000 things before I die, but I fear that I have too few seconds in my lifetime to get through each of those chapters I want to create, draw, experience, perform.

I'm not sure what I expect with this; normally, I would post a journal like this on my secret blog that no one knows about. It's nice to go unnoticed sometime, but I'm making my way back. 

I want each of my functions working in synch with one another.

Doing is living; I'm getting off of my lazy bum tomorrow and getting started with a little more 'doing' and a little less 'nothing' with my time and space.

I can smell my atmosphere:  there are faint traces of burning rose petals and the pulp of oranges. I'm living and loving, and I recommend you do the same.

I would love to know how your day went. I want to catch up.

More and more, I feel that I have completely lost touch on here with so many people. I apologize and will apologize continuously; I feel really bad for not making more time to be on here.

It isn't like I am spending my time on something profound or exquisite when I'm not on here. I'm not sure what I am doing these days, but I do know that I have been a little busy trying to put things together and get my life stacked solid. It's somewhat working, but there is still a little while I have yet to get through.

Lately, I have been extremely fascinated with creation stories from different religions and myths from the ancient world. If any of you have any links or know of any sort of creation story (even if it does happen to be a farce), let me know where I can find some literature or a video about it!

I am going to grow into something awesome. Or at least, that's the dream. Though, that truly hasn't changed much since I was younger. Umm...

I'm still planning on doing the Buzznet takeover of Twitter; I'll be coming out with a journal soon on further instructions as to how we'll go ahead and get that done. There are some pretty brutal things happening with the Iran Election lately; if you don't know what I'm talking about, look it up.

I'm still here. Feel free to say hello anytime, and I'll work on getting back to you as fast as possible.

I miss this place. I want to explode back into the mix of things. :)