Oscillation upon the pavement's Journal
It's a hard song to play. As I can't finger pick worth a damm.
And i'm already tired of it. Once things start, I doubt things will get any better.
But stay the course and keep calm and carry on i suppose.
next time you get a serious girlfriend who is actually worth it, get her this as a present.
any girl that doesn't swoon over this will immediately be kicked to the curb.
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat"
There is no time for reflections anymore. I simply don't care about the past. I don't care if I remember it or forget it all completely.
The future will come, surely as it must, but what am I to say of it?
I wish I wrote better, and I wish I wrote at all, but I don't write because I feel that I ought not to.
Not that I don't have anything to say, just I have no one to say it to and if even I don't care to hear my own thoughts, why should others?
I thought to myself if I was getting tired of my life in California...then I thought about the blue sky that awaits me on my walk tomorrow and everyday I chose to walk around here.
California isn't so bad. I'm just bad at it I suppose.
Maybe I'll give reading Hegel a try. I hear good things about him.
I used to be more free, but my endless summer here has stripped me of my freedom and my ability to plan.
I knew a girl who once told me I was Dean Moriarty. I'd like to be that guy again sometime...sometime.
going go the gym is hard!
my left shoulder back muscle thingy is super tight and painful. I was destroyed today by a personal trainer.
Maybe in a month I won't be so fat. Here is hoping.
Last day of sailing classes!
I got my 101 and 103 American Sailing Association certifications!
I can now charter my own boats.
Here is a related video to explain,
I don't write anything because I feel I have nothing of value to say.
Nothing has felt real for years, so i ask myself why I need to even keep up this pretense.
My life is very ordinary and not worth chronicling. I only do so out of the fear that anything I don't write down I'll eventually forget.
So be it then.
Let this all be blank and let me forget my life.
Life is better lived than remembered, soon enough I won't remember any of it, so I guess this will all be redundant.
That's all I wanted to say.
A reminder for myself to not write and to forget more.
This is how to dress.
This look is ridicuoulsy hot.
That is all.
Ages ago I used to keep this thing up to date, now not so much. I would update if I had anything of value to say, but I know how things are. If i don't write anything down, I won't remember it in the future. My daily life hasn't been worth remembering, so I chose not to document it. It is a simple system really. When your memory is determined by notes you leave to your future self, if you leave out months at a time, you haven't missed a thing.
I got a raise at work, but not a promotion (which in itself doesn't make any sense). I'm mad that I am mad about that, since I shouldn't care about any of it. It is very meta, i know.
Que sera sera i suppose.
The highlight of my evening was polishing my shoes and doing a poor job at that. I guess that about sums up things.