My Head Hurts.

Sometimes I feel like giving up. Where are those friends to talk to? To lean on? Just when things get difficult.

Is there anybody out there?

Time is a Progressively Speedy Sadist.

Time is moving so fast and I just don't want to keep up. It's pulling me down a steep slope faster and faster. I'm always looking for something to hold on to, something to slow me down, something to take me back.

Time is a sadist. Dragging us away from our happy moments and holding us down when we're suffering.

Time is counterintuitive and just not enough.

People are Hard to Please.

Damn, it's hard to be an artist. Living in a world of subjectivity. Undergoing judgment as a way of putting food on the table.

Originality.

It seems like a lot of blogs out there are of pictures or art that someone else has made. At least the 'artsy' ones seem like that. Is that just me?

Fred and Buddy having their first Big Mac... Here's my amateur attempt at making these pictures look sort of like polaroids, or at the very least, like faded photos. Couldn't decide which one was better. Can you tell me?

Got my Urban Outfitters package the other day.

No, no. Thank YOU.

Reenforcing Realization.

I worked out for the first time in a long time yesterday. I came into the ARC looking for a stationary bike to start my work out. But as I walked through the massive building looking for the old familiar machines I used to use, I found that they had been replaced with newer, state-of-the-art bikes with big fancy LCD touch screens complete with iPod functionality, cable television, and virtual bike paths going through pixelated mountain ranges, all underneath 40-something inch HD televisions mounted to the once blank walls. Unnecessarily extravagant. I was intimidated. What happened to the simpler machines I knew before? Reluctant, and unaware of how to use the new-fangled device, I stumbled through the software, and attempted to find a cardio program that I was familiar with. Somewhere in the midst of the mechanical maze, I had found the program I was looking for.

Okay. Cool. Now what? Press this. Okay, new screen. Enter your age. No problem.

One. Nine.

....

*delete* *delete*

Two. Zero.

Enter.

*sigh*