Sunday, November 18, 2007

I am not a happy camper

I don't know what it is. I think there's something off in my brain. Or maybe I just need to get myself in a better living situation. Or have more fun. I'm feeling increasingly old and it doesn't help that I'm turning 27 in a month. I've already been thinking of myself as a 27 year old since September, it seems like. That's bullshit. So is all this complaining. But it needs to be done. I'm looking forward to going home for Thanksgiving. The holidays still seem very far away. I keep hanging out with this girl I used to really be into who, at first, wasn't into me at all. The more we hang out the more I think she is into me and the less I am into her. It could all just be my imagination. It's feeling good to type here again. As you can probably tell my mind is a scattered mush of failure.

Cole, Christina, and I are starting a label. We went to see one of the bands we want to release last night at this art space. The problem is they've signed with some local label already to put out a c.d. (we want to put out a cassette tape). We don't want to put out a tape of something that will be coming out on c.d anyways, because... what's the point? So we're debating on asking them if they want to record 30 more minutes of stuff that's not going to be on the c.d. or if their other instrumental band (which I think might actually be a better fit) would like to do a tape with us. I ran that idea by Cole and Christina and didn't get much of a response. But who knows. They've both been asleep all day.

I don't know, I just am not really fired up about anything right now. Which means I'll probably be continually taking on projects until I find something that puts the winds back into my sails. Problem is when you feel like as much of a wet blanket as I do right now it can be hard to find that motivation. I know what I should and could be doing but it's a hell of a lot easier just to let the time pass. My days and weeks at work go by so incredibly fast that the weekends just seem to go forever. You'd think that would be a good thing.

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