Freedom Way

An honest assessment.

I can’t spell worth a damn and my dyslexia makes it hard to type sometimes. The last few days, I’ve felt very little motivation to write. And two of the last four days I haven’t even sat down for more than five minutes to even try. That saddens me. It’s not like I have other things to drag me away. Well, bad movies have been the excuse. And downloaded television shows. Eh.

I was thinking about taking a class at the local community college. And funny thing, when I drove by tonight after leaving work, there was a sign for a creative writing class that starts on Oct. 19. It intrigued me enough to go to their web site. After 20 minutes on it, looking for the class, I gave up. It seemed most classes meet from 6 to 8 p.m. anyways, when I’m at work. Just not in the cards, yet.

It gets very cold in this house. It’s only September.

That’s two paragraphs in a row not starting in I.

I wonder how long I can keep that up?

D’oh.

Comedy is not my strong suit.

It sounds windy out. But when I look out there, it’s not. It’s just the vents in this house. The vents that just seem to be very inefficient and help this place have crickets inside. I wonder if the floor is going to collapse? It’s starting to get very rickety. It would be interesting to see what happens then? Phone call to landlord. “Um, yeah, the floor in the living room, well, it just collapsed…Yeah, that’s what I said. I don’t know, but probably termites….Well, I filled out the damage report when I moved it, said I saw what looked like termite problems. Guess you guys didn’t read it…”

I have a pain in my lower back. It worries me. I don’t think it has anything to do with bad posture and ergonomics at work.

This is obviously turning into a real stretch of a writing exercise. I should go buy a book and use it. Or just pick out one of the two I already have, but never even cracked open. Well, that’s not counting the screenplay books. I read those. A long time ago.

Twenty years ago today…I was either about to, or just lost my virginity. I wonder what the fuck I was thinking then? I seriously don’t remember. It was a whirlwind of kissing, petting, making out, drinking lots of beer and then finally going to bed. Putting on the Black Crowes in the CD player, then getting naked. The build up took hours. The sex? Oh, maybe 20 seconds. Sexy.

That chick’s married now (aren’t they all?) and has kids. I was thinking of sending her a message. Not to get in touch with her, but technically, that’s what would happen. But instead to try and get up with a friend that I’ve lost touch with. That I’m sure he’s still in touch with her, since they were buddies and all. I never felt bad about that. Why? Because he fucked around with a really good friend of mine. A girl he knew I had eyes on. She knew too. But it didn’t stop either of them. That’s people for ya.

I wonder if the guy who chews on a bottle cap all day at work knows how much it annoys me? His slurping and sucking on it really is awful. But it seems no one else is as irked by it as me. Or maybe I just don’t notice it when someone else gets annoyed by it.

Go figure that. Me being oblivious.

Resident Evil, the 3D one? It sucked. Those movies get worse and worse. Kind of sad. But really expected.

This writing is turned to shit. It’s worthless drivel. Just typing for the sake of typing. I may as well just be typing x’s and o’s. However, I’m not a football coach, so that’s silly.

Once again, bad humor that didn’t even make me smile. But what does make me smile?

Driving. That makes me happy. Just not to and from work, though I try to observe things. I really want to take my picture in front of the “Freedom Way” road signs. They are too tacky and awful not to.

Music. I’m not kidding when I say I’d be dead if it wasn’t for music. Of course, some of it pushed me to the brink of not being non-dead.

Beer. See above.

A gal named Kendra. Now, typing her name here is silly and quite stupid. She’ll probably see it now. If so, hi Kendra. You give me something to look forward to, even though we talk maybe twice a year. Everyone needs someone to chase indeed.

Rain. As much as I like hot, steamy weather, I love rain just as much. Even cold, dreary winter days are better with a little bit of H2O. Here’s to a lot of rain this fall/winter.

Meeting new people. Even though I don’t do it very often at all, I wish I could. It actually was one of the best parts of my old job/identity/etc. I used to meet new people every day. And was forced to conversate with them, whether I wanted to or not. Whether it was awkward or not. So why can’t I do it in “real” life? Well, you can. You just have to do it.