Magic Time

Today is going to be filled with magical wonder. I can tell.

Usually, such an excellent day follows a sleepless night where I spent more time staring at my watch than I did on closed eyelids.

I'm so ready for this day to start... and at the same time, I know I don't want it to ever be over.

Montage of Mystery

So I haven't really been motivated to get out of bed today.

I had to tell myself to get up. It took a while because I was comfy texting lying there listening to music content with how the morning was going.

It's been somewhat rough these past few days. It's been apparent on the blog here - short entries, a lack of concentration, thoughts drifting elsewhere when I should be working on things...

...oh, wait. That's what I've been exhibiting in real life? Uh... riiiight. *sheepishly clears throat* Ignore all this, then. I'm just spouting nonsense that can't be explained and won't be explained for now. (Or can it and will it...?)

A Calling (on Some Days)

There are some days when I wonder why I post on here, knowing that nopony reads this.

And then there are some days where I realize something. I realize that I am a knight, and that I am here to serve my charge.

Let today be that day as I ride off to work!

Life Calls

So I've come up with a mini-project for me to work on. It's more of a private project for the time being, so you won't be able to hear about it today.

Ah, well. I got work... and maybe some other things... to take care of today. Mayhaps you'll hear about something eventually. In the meantime, life calls.

Morning Amusement

I find today to be particularly amusing, and I'll tell you why.

Imprisoned Revelation

What happens when you get a day off and there's no one in range to hang out with? Well, you get a bored person (yourself) and absolutely nothing to do. It feels like a prison of sorts that you were thrown into against your will. As far as you recall, you've done nothing to deserve this fate. You spend a good while wondering how you got yourself into this predicament in the first place, lamenting and whining all the way.

And sometimes, you demonstrate your boredom in a physical way.

After coming to grips with things, you start taking action in some way. Now, one of three things can result because of this.

1.) You kill yourself out of sheer boredom.

Now, I don't mean like how George Sanders killed himself in 1972. I mean it in a metaphorical sense. You spend countless hours sitting there wishing for something - anything - to do. You'd even welcome death if it offered some kind of reprieve from not being able to do anything! (Not that you'd want to - in which case, you should probably seek out a hotline...) So you lie there in a cesspool of woe and complaints, wondering if you can break out of it within the next "X" minutes... every single second.

2.) You attempt to break out of your cell using your network of contacts.

This is where you call the friends you haven't run into in a while but still talk with. This is where you call people you like to hang out with, only to find that a majority of them either have their jobs to work at or already-made plans to enact. Someone's gotta be out there to save you... but do they? (In my experience, this route has offered a 15% chance of success - and that percentage lessens if the weather's not great or if it's the weekend.)

3.) You sit there and wait for an opportunity to present itself.

And when one does, you leap on it, not caring about how bad of a plan this Hobson's choice is. You pick up that dusty game in your closet that you said you'd play... six months ago. You take the time to thoroughly scan your pantry and closet, making an accurate shopping list. This is where you tell yourself at the mall, "Frak it; I'm visiting [insert store you haven't visited before]. Why not?"

While most people will end up choosing the second option and then fall back to the third one should nobody make contact, artists will invariably end up choosing #3 over #2 - only because they realize that a free day where they're bored doesn't come up all that often. (That, or they wanted some kind of "source" of inspiration and tried #2 anyway.)

But some artists come up with a third option of their own. They somehow milk the boredom and create something out of it.

Maybe that's why you're here. While on standby for #2 or #3, you saw that I posted today and figured, "Why the hell not? It's not like I've anything better to do."

And since I'm (sort of) on standby myself, I wrote this because "I've nothing better to do." I decided to see if I could write a grand entry like I said I would yesterday. In order to do that, I guess I needed a day of boredom to myself. Alone. Just me and nothing... and nopony... together... alone. So I can write. Alone. And in this state of being alone with boredom (...together), I composed this. *points below*

I honestly don't know whether to call it a creation fused out of boredom, or some twisted fabrication of half-truths and deception I'd expect a Leobin to spout off to me. Either way, it's something, and while it might throw most of you off... the attentive readers out there might be able to extract something out of this.

But what exactly, you ask? Well, let's get the show rockin' - if you're good enough, you just might find something you're not looking for that makes your unsure decision to read this entry worth it...

04 July

July has been rather... well, it's been rather excellent so far. Life's been like that lately, and I'm liking it.

Yeah, I'm aware that this month has been rather slow on here, but you can't rush good things - they take time. I've learned that many times over, and I know that the adage still holds true to this day. Maybe it's a life lesson for all of us to learn.

Seeing as how I've got lunch plans with some friends and work tonight, it only seems fair to warn you that apart from these sentences, this is pretty much it.

The Shortest Entry Ever

Today feels like a great day.

A Reflection Cut Short

Today, we take a look at the start of the seventh month of the year - and with it, the start of the second half of 2012.

Now, normally, such a thing is reserved for the two days I cross The Bridge of Fate (June 30 and July 1), but as a result of 2012's bridge being either:

• too emotion-driven to make any impact on reflection and assumption, or
• being too short due to laziness bliss,

...it's caused today's entry to be that focus. However, I'm going to have to admit that posting today really wiped me out for some odd reason. No, it has nothing to do with me exhausting any physical or mental resources. It's because I woke up with no resources whatsoever to begin with. Confusing, I know - especially since I've already listed the (unknown?) cause.

Anywho, let's get on it.

The Bridge of Fate: A Slow Start

What a way to start the second half of the year... with absolutely nothing to talk about. Woo.

Okay, yeah... I really don't have anything to talk about. I did, but taking one look at the sky earlier this morning just demotivated me in the worst possible way. It was cloudy, and to those of us who are sensitive to the immediate outside weather, we know that it'll muck up the skies - both physically and metaphorically.

However, I can say this with great certainty: the rest of the year's looking good.