Okay, so it's been over a year. So I guess that means no one reads this. That's probably good - it'll help me to be honest again and throw out some of my boredom inducing brain filters. Nice.
I was walking behind a man today on the way into work. He was wearing a polo shirt, and khakis, carrying a laptop bag, and a wal-mart bag. He seemed just as hurried to get where he was going as I did... not so much, that is. I wonder if he saw himself becoming this man one day? Did he want to be walking around downtown Hamilton on a Friday morning carrying all that crap? Dunno. I was thinking he probably didn't though.
I then had a rude awakening. I was pretty much doing the same thing that he was (minus the khakis and polo shirt, and plus other clothes, oh dear). I thought to myself: it's different. You're younger. This isn't your life, it's just what comes before your life. I really need to stop thinking that. What a messed up thing to tell myself!
I'm making some good changes: I'm exercising regularly, I'm finishing my degree (finally), I'm a starting a new degree (that I will actually use and love), and I'm leerning to accept the fact that I do nothing for a living..for now.
The last one has actually been the hardest. My job sucks balls and I've let myself get all stressed out about it. I literally kill about 7 out of 8 hours at my desk. But I've now realized that as long as I'm starting a new degree and a new career, that's life. For the next five months, most of my life will be a means to an end. Could be worse. I actually made a little reminder for myself to look at when I get pissed off about wasting my life in a cubicle. It goes like this:
(I'll add it when I get to work tomorrow, I think I saved it there. It's a desk icon = $, then it says "Get Over It". It helps me get over it)
Nice, eh? I rather like it.
I'm also learning to enjoy relaxing. It's ridiculous that this is difficult. I get so guilty when I'm not at least feeling bad for doing nothing. Of course feeling guilty doesn't make me get off my ass, it just guarantees that I don't feel relaxed by the time I get off my ass. Again, messed up. I am spending time (at home not at work!) writing in this blog. I'm relaxing.
I also made some cool art yesterday. I didn't feel guilty while I was doing it instead of writing a pointless essay or reading a really boring book. I think it's cool at least. You decide if you like it.


Also, read this story:
"The Last Question" by Isaac Asimov . Think about it when you're done. What does a cyclical universe mean? What questions does it force you to ask? Ask.