My newest roommate has spurred me on to do a little bit of blogging. I'm not sure whether or not I'll follow through with it. It wasn't that long ago that I told myself I'd start utilizing my livejournal, which I really haven't. It's not as if anybody reads this, which is the whole point of a blog, is it not? At the same time, it's a nice feeling to know you have a little bit of privacy in these matters, mostly because nobody cares.
So, how is life? you ask.
Life is bad and life is good...but it's been mostly bad these last few months. I won't get into details, but my entire life was, once again, thrust into the air and left to fall in random sequence. It seems I can't assemble any sort of regularity, a safety net if you will. There's no way anybody could keep up with the changes. Hell, I sometimes forget who I am and how I got here.
I'm living in my fifth house in less than two years. Every person I knew before is completely out of my life...Courtney, Wally, Eric...all enemies. It's hard to say whether this is all my fault. I like to think that it's not, but how could it not be? I had to have done something wrong in all of this.
I still work at Plaid, though, only two days a week. I'm downtown three days a week on the PSU campus. It's a glorious, yet sometimes boring, job as a cashier at the new Greenline Market. Beautiful women stroll past in spandex; jogging, biking, buying water as I gaze helplessly into their eyes. It's unbearable. I think I've been hit on a few times, but it's hard to tell...I'm bad with signals.
I have recorded a full length album. It's taken me six months of dedicated work, but it's more than I could have ever hoped for in both content and quality. I'm currently finishing up the mixing process and will hopefully find a record label to help me with mastering and printing costs. If not, well, I'll dig myself a little deeper in debt. What's another $1000? This album is almost all I live for these days. The one bright, shiny spot in my life. It's worth the debt.
I call it "Recession, Depression, Progression".
And with that, I bid you goodnight.
Schmo
