Friday, November 03, 2006

The Flow

Another paint sketch. Not good at all, but a nice distraction. Makes me want to get into sketching on real paper. I hear that's easier than paint.

This whole drawing bit brings up a whole new issue: I need a scanner. I'm way too cheap to go buy one, so I'll have to scan the black market. I know the DI has at least three of them, but I doubt they'd work with XP. We'll just have to see.

The last two days have been fairly large wastes. I come home from school, and I'm home alone, so I go to sleep. Chances are I would go to sleep whether my family was home or not, but when they're gone nobody wakes me up so I end up sleeping for a very long time. It sort of kills the day, that's the truth.

There's an underlying truth here. Life is better when you exercise. That's my belief, for reals. That's the way it works for me, and I'd be willing to wager that it's the same for everyone else. I haven't been running or working out regularly since the CC season ended. I had one intense week of biking and lifting, and this week hasn't been any real workouts at all. I thought that I'd like the freedom of not having to work out every day after school, but it just seems like something is missing. I'm a lot less enthusiastic about everything without a good work out. So, yea verily, I'm going to start working out regularly again. I want to run some super distance soon, get a good nine miler in one of these days. That's the stuff.

One and a half months until I can drive other people around. I am terribly excited. I mean sure, being able to drive is great and convenient and all, but it doesn't offer anything but convenience. Every day I don't die brings me that much closer to being able to go to Walmart at 10:30 and have an adventure with my friends.

Really, it all comes down to social mobility. They talked about it in History, and we're talking about it now. Our legislature has taken away my social mobility. I'm not even mobile when there are other people around. Luckily, it's only a brief lapse of freedom, it'll be back on dec. 15th.


Sometimes I wonder about stuff. Sometimes I have ideas that look really good in my head but that really suck in real life. Like that Jr. Choir sadies list. Looking back on it now, it seems like a terrible idea. At the time I thought it was golden, and I was quite upset when it failed. It only took a few hours to realize how flawed it really was. Moral of the story - we're not as smart as we always think we are.

That's not to say we're not brilliant. We all possess incalculable potential. We've got so much more power than we think. The key is to unleash it. It's all hidden power though, not stuff that we can pop out all the time. It always manifests itself when we need it, but not until then. Basically, I shouldn't get ahead of myself.

I had a cat once.

No really, his name was Harry. Then again, it might have been a her, I really have no idea.

It's all about the flow. How we work together and the reactions that occur when x is equal to four. We, as the responsible individuals that make up the society in which we live are responsible to rise up and counter. If x equals four, you better believe that I'm going to equal some obscure number. You don't even want to know what I've got planned for the day that x equals 5, no sir.

What's the point of it all? truthfully?

I took a 3 and a half hour nap today. It's 12:36 Am, and everyone I know has gone to bed except for me. I've got thoughts in my head that don't mean too much, ideas that aren't going anywhere. I hadn't been able to throw a Frisbee straight for the last three weeks. Yesterday Kyle and Brad helped me figure out the problem.

I was lacking the flow. I was thinking too hard, playing too tense. Gradually I relaxed, and things worked out. It's not so much about the steps we take to throw the disc straight. It's not about all the little things that add up to make a great throw. What really matters, the only stuff that's going to have any influence on the outcome of tomorrow, is going to be where the disc goes and how it flies. If it gets to my target, everything's ok. If it misses, well, it's back to the drawing board.

The point, children, is beyond me.

It's bed time, that's all. This post is scrapped. Maybe one day it'll make an appearance. Until then, you get abstract paint. Scrapped. Drafted. Saved, and good night.

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