And dammit, I wanna watch some Walking Dead. MOVE OVER EXAMS!

~D

I’m really glad that I used to update this blog so often because it gives me some great material to come back and read now. It doesn’t even matter if nobody else reads this (future job background checks and the FBI aside), I’m reading it. It’s like a journal, except for the fact that I would likely lose a real journal. Oh me-circa-last-year, you knew that I would never abandon the internet. So clever!

I’m sitting in my school’s library now (my favorite haunt as of late) and I just noticed that there is a perfectly good apple sitting on the bookshelf next to me. How long has that been there? Does anybody actually touch any of the books in the library anymore? Jeez.

I have a 7 page paper to write tonight, which I am surprisingly more prepared for than I usually am at this point. Why must I be prepared for the paper in the class that I’m already getting an A in? Stupid priorities.

Just one more week of stress and this semester ends. Then I can start focusing on other stresses! Real stresses, like money and the future and OH MY GOD I HAVE TO TAKE THE LSAT. Oh, and the GRE. Great. I have a feeling this summer isn’t going to be a whole lot different from this semester come to think about it. Time to compile the list of all those books I’ll be reading (hint: no fiction for me!).

Now back to the dark halls of Twitter to kill time for another 30 minutes.

~D

This is why I never want to be an astronaut. Watching this video gave me enough anxiety to get my heart racing. At the beginning of my astronomy class back in Senior year, we got an assignment asking us why we were interested in learning about space. I wrote that I was afraid of the unknown mystery of space and wanted to learn more about it so there would be fewer things my imagination could make up to scare me. Unfortunately, it didn’t really work.

At first I thought I was afraid of the dark, and that’s kind of true. I’m not afraid of dark rooms or dark streets, I’m afraid of the dark. The ultimate darkness. And this black hole is about as dark as it gets.

Watch at your own risk.

~D

Living in California spoiled me with great Mexican food. But then I moved to Toronto and realized just how bad Mexican food can be. Moving to Virginia brought me back to the world of pretty good. But best of all, it brought me closer to corn tortillas.

If you think that there’s no difference between corn and flour tortillas, you probably lit some fireworks too close to your face as a child. Sit down, you don’t know anything. The other day I bought a fat stack of corn tortillas and have been frying quesadillas ever since. They are so good, I don’t think I even need to put any cheese on them. The tortillas alone are delicious. Tomorrow I’m going to go pick up some enchilada sauce and maybe some onions and other sides so I can make some damn good enchiladas. And with these tortillas, that really won’t be hard to do.

Join the revolution! Down with flour!

~D

I’m very tired right now, to the point where I can feel the inside of my brain twitching. And yet… through this extreme fatigue, I seemed to have unlocked some sort of creative juice. Or at least some level of inspiration. Otherwise, how could I be writing a blog right now?

I’ve decided to get back into writing for Galadoria which requires some ideas for new stories and whatnot. I already posted a thread with a story idea based on the manga Hunter X Hunter, which I blogged about a while ago. That Wikipedia article has some serious issues, but at least you can get the gist from it. It’s a pretty good read and the characters in it have all kinds of different abilities and creativity bursting out of every page that as a writer, it can either make me want to jump off a cliff or it makes me feel like I don’t have an excuses to not be creative.

It also makes me want to steal Yoshihiro Togashi’s ideas. Which I did! Imitation is still the sincerest form of flattery, right? So long as I’m not making any money off of it. And it’s not like I’m misleading. it’s like writing fanfiction (except my stuff will actually be good). I have some people signed up to write with me, so I’m looking forward to this. And perhaps some writing as well. I just need to write! It hardly matters what. So long as I can write, and more importantly, do what I say I’m gonna do, everything will be worth it.

And that’s enough energy spent on this blog. I have planning to do.

~D

Inspiration leads me. I usually carry around a tiny notebook to record thoughts and observations that I find interesting or worth remembering. The dog just farted something disgusting. Almost as disgusting as my printing. Thought, to be fair, I am writing in a moving vehicle.

I’ve been listening to Kevin Smith do his Smodcasts and watched a special of his a few nights ago on HBO (which prompted me to rewatch Dogma) and I’ve come to a conclusion that many sad, lonely fat computer nerds around the world have also come to: Kevin Smith is my idol. Looking out of the window of this car, watching the northern Ontario forests and fields blanketed in white powdery snow, and listening to The Doves made me want to write something. Often, when I listen to good music while walking or riding in a car, I’ll imagine a movie I could make out of it.

This inspiration made me ache to write something. And that’s really what I admire about Kevin Smith. He’s an amazingly talented writer, he’s seen success, has a beautiful home, wife, daughter, tons of friends and scores of fans. And he has it all by being completelyreal. Being around liars, half-truth tellers and salesman my whole life, I truly appreciate someone who tells it like it is, as explicitly as possible. There have been precious few people in my life who I have been able to be completely straight with. I have different relationships with different degrees of comfort for different people. And though those degrees have changed over time, there is still this wall that holds back the self that you don’t want to show to someone. That I don’t want to show to someone.

But listening to Kevin really makes me feel like I know a lot about him, about his true, raunchy, insecure self. I mean, he’s told stories about a fissure in his asshole and jerking off on his wife’s leg. What could he be holding back?

It must be amazing to live your life like that, not playing up to the silly censorship and expectations of others – and being successful as well! This is the kind of inspiration I need. This is how I will do my best writing. This is what fuels me. I need only apply myself to the important things that will get me what I want. I need to practice and hone my skills as a writer so that some day I may bask in the same glorious sunshine as Kevin Smith.

Smith may not be the most successful, most famous guy in the world. And he’d probably be the first person to tell you that he ain’t that special. But he has a great life. And I would love to work as hard as he did and get as much luck as he did to get to where he is now. I’ve lived almost a quarter of what could possibly be my lifespan and I’m finally beginning to realize how important it is to reach out and get what you want during your short time you have. Kevin Smith won’t live forever, but I promise to meet him one day, shake his hand, and tell him how inspiring he was to me at this time in my life.

After all, if some fat dude in a robe from New Jersey can do it, what’s my excuse?

Countdown to cottage time: T-minus 2 hours and counting. Trying to update my ipod with as manyNPR, This American Life, Smodcast, and Extralife Radio podcasts as possible to get me through the 3.5 hour drive. At least I see snowmobiles in my future!

Oh… I guess since I won’t be back till the 27th, I might as well send out my Christmas wishes to everyone. Merry Christmas! (don’t be offended, non-Christians. I’m not Christian either)

~D

Hm… I will have to find a way to fix my blogging problem. Will either have to write prepared blogs for tomorrow through Saturday. Only four blogs. Shouldn’t be too hard. Or I’ll just have to accept a few more blogless days.

We shall see!

~D

I was supposed to go out to dinner with my family last night, but circumstances beyond our control made us cancel. Coincidentally, one of my friends called around the same time and said he was inviting people over to his apartment. Now, I’m used to cooking simple things, and the last thing I would have thought when going over to an apartment full of guys was that we would be making anything particularly… gourmet. Yet my buddy decided on a fairly ambitious menu of chicken and rice casserole, bruschetta, and mashed potatoes.

After some shopping, prepping, and scrambling between 5 guys in a tiny kitchen, we managed to produce something not only edible, but quite tasty. And I’m not just saying that because of the booze I was drinking with it.

Who says real men don’t cook?

~D