Going out of town
So I haven’t written in my livejournal or a blog in sometime and I thought I’d do so here. Nothing too exciting happens to me usually. I have moments that I find hilarious and random but they aren’t noteworthy. My weeks been boring, at least to me. My dad’s blazer got robbed and they took all his tools and expensive things such as that. Since his job consists of using these tools he’s had to his insurance company. He’s the type of person who stresses and worries over things far too much. Yes I know that he needs them to do some of his job, but they insurance company is going to send him a check to get new tools. I just worry that he’s stressing too much, when there’s a solution on its way.
On the friend front, my real-life-in-the-flesh best friend has decided that I should accompany her to a wedding for her old school friend Jennifer, who by the way is awesome. I know a few people in this world and most are total sweethearts who don’t see themselves as I do. Jennifer is one of those people who can turn any gloomy day into one of optimism and pure sunshine. Yes it’s cheesy but that’s just how I see her. She’s getting married this Saturday to a guy whom I do not really know and that’s where I find myself. I’ve never gone to a ‘traditional’ wedding before and this one is going to be one of those small weddings for close friends and family. So that means I’ll actually have to make conversation with other life forms. I’m horrible at meeting people so I’m really hoping that by the end of it I survive. I will take the end result as another life experience. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been to a wedding before, but it was of another culture and really fun. Somalian wedding are just too fun! I loved dressing up in colorful attire and dancing with everyone to awesome music.
Anyways so outside of that Fin’s life is kind of a jumble right now. I won’t get into it but it’s got me thinking about my own future. I have dreams, ones that I’m sure are just as they appear to be, dreams. They are a nice vacation spot to visit but I know that in the real world you’ve got to hand them over and join in. I know it’s pessimistic of me, which is ‘not’ like me actually. I at times like to think of joyious things that’ll keep me moving. I even tell people to do the same, because it’ll make you feel better. It does too, knowing that you aren’t alone and there are people who feel as you do out there. My point is that I know that I’ll never been a writer, published and sharing my ideas with the world. I don’t have the ‘real’ chops to pull it off. Do I want it? You better believe I do. I just don’t see how I could present something anyone would willingly read. I have ideas, so many ideas-which others have done before I’m sure-but the point would be if anyone would actually care to read them other than myself.
Like this one story I’ve been working on for over a year. I got the inspiration over two years ago and I scribbled down a little bit of dialogue and then didn’t think much on it afterward. Then a year after that, once I returned to Arizona I pulled it back out and found the inspiration to write it out flowing through my veins. I managed to get five chapters written-five not finished-and I just wonder at times if it’s any good. I love it personally and writing it has been fulfilling on many levels but I love to share it with others too and have them join my world.
On that note I think I should go to bed. It’s late and there’s a lot to do tomorrow, before I depart on Friday to the Reservation, which is up north past Flagstaff.
Good Night!
On the friend front, my real-life-in-the-flesh best friend has decided that I should accompany her to a wedding for her old school friend Jennifer, who by the way is awesome. I know a few people in this world and most are total sweethearts who don’t see themselves as I do. Jennifer is one of those people who can turn any gloomy day into one of optimism and pure sunshine. Yes it’s cheesy but that’s just how I see her. She’s getting married this Saturday to a guy whom I do not really know and that’s where I find myself. I’ve never gone to a ‘traditional’ wedding before and this one is going to be one of those small weddings for close friends and family. So that means I’ll actually have to make conversation with other life forms. I’m horrible at meeting people so I’m really hoping that by the end of it I survive. I will take the end result as another life experience. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been to a wedding before, but it was of another culture and really fun. Somalian wedding are just too fun! I loved dressing up in colorful attire and dancing with everyone to awesome music.
Anyways so outside of that Fin’s life is kind of a jumble right now. I won’t get into it but it’s got me thinking about my own future. I have dreams, ones that I’m sure are just as they appear to be, dreams. They are a nice vacation spot to visit but I know that in the real world you’ve got to hand them over and join in. I know it’s pessimistic of me, which is ‘not’ like me actually. I at times like to think of joyious things that’ll keep me moving. I even tell people to do the same, because it’ll make you feel better. It does too, knowing that you aren’t alone and there are people who feel as you do out there. My point is that I know that I’ll never been a writer, published and sharing my ideas with the world. I don’t have the ‘real’ chops to pull it off. Do I want it? You better believe I do. I just don’t see how I could present something anyone would willingly read. I have ideas, so many ideas-which others have done before I’m sure-but the point would be if anyone would actually care to read them other than myself.
Like this one story I’ve been working on for over a year. I got the inspiration over two years ago and I scribbled down a little bit of dialogue and then didn’t think much on it afterward. Then a year after that, once I returned to Arizona I pulled it back out and found the inspiration to write it out flowing through my veins. I managed to get five chapters written-five not finished-and I just wonder at times if it’s any good. I love it personally and writing it has been fulfilling on many levels but I love to share it with others too and have them join my world.
On that note I think I should go to bed. It’s late and there’s a lot to do tomorrow, before I depart on Friday to the Reservation, which is up north past Flagstaff.
Good Night!