sometimes, and i mean on the very rare occasion i wish that brendan or i had a mobile phone. believe it or not, he just called me on a pay phone from the cat centre. the thought of him being at the cat centre alone is very funny and kind of ironic.
lately i feel like my life has found a good rhythm. not too busy, not too full. i've noticed an increase in my desire for social interaction, which probably means that i'm well rested and well adjusted. it's good. i'm encouraged. we've started having folks for dinner regularly. last friday we had david and sue over, it was really fun and the four of us chatted til 10:00. having guests over always requires a bit of creativity since we don't having a dinning table, but i find the more we do it the more comfortable we get and the easier it becomes.
since life is moving along at a content rate, i find i have less to write about. this is the only downside really. i get a great deal of pleasure out of writing. debriefing. downloading the contents of my head. when i was in highschool, and i'd decided to pursue graphic design as a profession i started doing more painting and the like. art was something i always wanted to do more of. it was something that i wanted as a natural part of my life. but truthfully... was always something i had to push myself to do. how i know that brendan is a true musician and not just a music enthusiast is that he plays for the pure pleasure of it. at any time of day i will find him strumming his guitar in his own little world. sometimes, to my amusement, i'll find him playing a guitar while it still sits in it's wall mount, as though he couldn't wait the extra time to take it down before playing it. music is to brendan what i wanted art to be to me. it's the thing he does by instinct. i love graphic design, very much, but my instinct is writing. it's the thing i can't go without doing for days (if i'm not blogging, i'm writing for work, or writing emails). writing helps ground me, soothe me, connect me. so when i don't have time for an entry, or have nothing of note to say, i'm disappointed. maybe i'll need to do writing exercises - find a topic and just write on it when i don't have anything myself to report on. i just don't feel like myself if i'm not writing.
man, i stand by what i said the other day about this yogurt. it's delicious!
lately i feel like my life has found a good rhythm. not too busy, not too full. i've noticed an increase in my desire for social interaction, which probably means that i'm well rested and well adjusted. it's good. i'm encouraged. we've started having folks for dinner regularly. last friday we had david and sue over, it was really fun and the four of us chatted til 10:00. having guests over always requires a bit of creativity since we don't having a dinning table, but i find the more we do it the more comfortable we get and the easier it becomes.
since life is moving along at a content rate, i find i have less to write about. this is the only downside really. i get a great deal of pleasure out of writing. debriefing. downloading the contents of my head. when i was in highschool, and i'd decided to pursue graphic design as a profession i started doing more painting and the like. art was something i always wanted to do more of. it was something that i wanted as a natural part of my life. but truthfully... was always something i had to push myself to do. how i know that brendan is a true musician and not just a music enthusiast is that he plays for the pure pleasure of it. at any time of day i will find him strumming his guitar in his own little world. sometimes, to my amusement, i'll find him playing a guitar while it still sits in it's wall mount, as though he couldn't wait the extra time to take it down before playing it. music is to brendan what i wanted art to be to me. it's the thing he does by instinct. i love graphic design, very much, but my instinct is writing. it's the thing i can't go without doing for days (if i'm not blogging, i'm writing for work, or writing emails). writing helps ground me, soothe me, connect me. so when i don't have time for an entry, or have nothing of note to say, i'm disappointed. maybe i'll need to do writing exercises - find a topic and just write on it when i don't have anything myself to report on. i just don't feel like myself if i'm not writing.
man, i stand by what i said the other day about this yogurt. it's delicious!
we'll stay young, go dancing.
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curse your yogurt... you talked about it, i bought some, and i ate it all!! really fast! sheesh. i went back to liberté because a person probably shouldn't eat that much yogurt in one sitting. ;)
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