Writers block or Life Block?

After the last two times I’ve tried to post, I’m more inclined to think of “Personal Block Installed to Prevent Tirade at WordPress”. At least it only ate an entry, not my entire blog… (fumes at Blogger)

Let’s see what I can remember. (I don’t think it will be as nice as the first incarnation. Considering now I’m typing from memory, instead of just actually writing, as I had done before. And I really hate to type all this out again. Yes, I’m just that much lazy.

I admit, I haven’t been posting as much since I acquired a new job. My life revolves around work and the commute. That’s 12 hrs of my waking hours. If you consider that I sleep between 5-6 hrs a night (I’m overestimating here), then that’s 6 hrs to myself. 5 days a week. Since I live at home, about 2-3 hrs of that are spent around parents. Let’s make that 3-4 hrs to myself. And the time it takes me to produce a proper blog post? I’m a perfectionist. Enough said.

And to quote the inside joke of a friend? I’m a lazy perfectionist. I don’t just crank out these entries like they were breaths of air. They take effort. And I’m lazy. Hell, if you check out my sidebar of categories, “Lazy” is right up there with the rest of them.

… time goes by …

Speaking of lazy, it’s been a couple of days since last I tried to post and when I started to re-edit and lengthen this entry. But, I can’t blame it entirely on sloth. There’s exhaustion, both mental and physical. And work. And those other random snippets of life that just happen to get in the way of plans you make that have absolutely nothing to do with the basic necessities of your new twenty-something lifestyle. When I say basic necessity, I’m talking about things such as sleeping, eating, working, pooping…

Yes. I just said pooping. Again.

The last two paragraphs brought to you by my lethargic brain on the train ride home.

…time goes by… so slowly… time goes by… (cue a sample from ABBA’s “Gimme Gimme Gimme”)

You know what I’ve been doing a lot lately? Letterwriting. As in handwritten letters. Why didn’t I use that time to type this up? I don’t know. I’m lazy. I think that letterwriting is a lost art /fell asleep/

More on letter writing in some future post!

Minor crisis.

Excuse me, I want to kill WordPress. It ate my post.

Repost later.

Inspiration 3

“We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing each other.” -Lucian de Crescenzo

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I credit discovery of this one to the Dear Abby column. Could be Ann Landers. I forget. I was 11 when I found this.

Inspiration 2

“All is always now.”

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I think that’s a great way to live one’s life.

Less than the first week.

I know I promised to write directly after my birthday, the weekend after the first whirlwind week at a brand new job. I really was going to. I was also drop dead exhausted. I’ve never been happier to not have a big birthday bash. I wouldn’t have made it through the first hour before falling asleep, face first in food.

So here I am on the second Tuesday. Still exhausted but for a completely different reason. The hours I signed for were from 8-5. My first day (and most of the first week) I had been coming in between 9 and 930. Yesterday it was finally determined that my hours are 8-4. Let me repeat this to you again. I live on Long Island. I work in Manhattan. Do you know how long a commute that is? I take the train from Ronkonkoma all the way to Penn Station. Go look that up. That is a more than one hour train ride. And that’s just the train. Actually, the subway ride now is nowhere near as painful as the subway ride before. And neither is the walk. But all in all, a more than 1 hr train ride is still pretty daunting when you have to be at work at 8 in the morning. Let’s back it up here. I have to be at work a bit before 8a. I get to Penn Station around 730a. My train leaves Ronkonkoma before 624a. I am not a morning person. I am slow before noon. So I get myself up well before 5a.

I am not a morning person.

But I am a lunch person. A food person. So after noon — I’m golden. Like right now.

Should I feel special?

I just got a comment, which links to the trailer site for the new Spiderman flick.  It looks awesome.

Oh yeah. I’m 24 today. 1 year closer to my quarter-life.

I have work in 7 hrs. I’m still awake. And I need to be up in about 3. Yeah, growing up. And acting like I haven’t.

I’m excited, what can I say?

A little contemplation

While talking to a friend:

responsibility sucks. independence doesn’t. too bad they’re not mutually exclusive.

2nd day of work. I promise I have a post coming up about the first few days. I’m just exhausted from my commute. The hours haven’t been so bad, but its just transitioning myself from laid-back-just-chilling-doing-nothing-for-the-summer to responsible employee that’s exhausting.

Inspiration 1

“Realize deeply that the present moment is all you ever have.”

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This is a new section I’m trying out. Inspirational quotes. In our times of crisis, everyone needs to know that someone out there, has thought of it too. Or thought up a means to a solution… or something deep like that.

I (don’t) want my MTV!

Fourteen some (god, I feel so old now) years ago, MTV defined youth culture. It was all about the cutting edge of music. I was glued to MTV. I wanted to work there. I wanted to be there. It was the coolest place ever. Now… I channel surf right by, breeze right on by their 1515 Broadway office. MTV was still cool when you were in your 20s, now MTV seems to have completely alienated the generation that it helped define.Yes, so I know they have a demographic — so does Cartoon Network and Adult Swim, and yet, I find myself religiously watching both facets of the SAME CHANNEL (Cartoon Network). With all its incarnations, I cannot bring myself to watch MTV for more than 30 minutes anymore, and most recently, it’s because of that new show: Final Fu. Ernie Reyes Jr. It’s refreshing to see a Filipino in the mainstream.

I don’t remember MTV replaying all the ‘new hip’ videos over and over again, so that after one day, I can repeat all the words to Jessica Simpsons ‘A Public Affair’ (I confess, I like the song, too). They don’t play anything new. Nothing different. Nothing cutting edge. They are defined by their new demographic. They are not shaping their demographic.

It’s kind of sad. No, it’s really sad. What does MTV stand for? Music Television. I have seen LESS music on this channel in one year than I would if I were watching for one day back in 4th grade. Yes,The Real World and Road Rules were pioneers back in the day. But we don’t need clones on how shallow America is. Nor do we need shows telling us that we need to be shallow. No wonder the rest of the world has such a low opinion of us. Seriously, MTV, get your head out of your ass and be the channel that you were created to be. Not the one you stuck your nose up at when you started 25 years ago.

Go away MTV, go away. I can’t believe I ever wanted to work for you.

Rant inspiration 

I won at life yesterday.

Finally landed a new PR job. I am so unbelievably psyched. New adventures. New learning experiences. Health benefits. (In one of my earlier entries, you can view an exchange between myself and a friend concerning benefits and jobs)

I’ll be back in the rat race with the commuters from LI clogging the LIRR, and therefore Penn Station at some ungodly hour of the morning. There is money to be made, clients to satisfy. And in the middle of it all, me, so unbelievably grateful that I’ve been allowed to chug along my little career track again.

Forgive me for sounding too cheery or too ecstatic, but I really do love PR and I really love that I’ve been granted the opportunity to get paid for it again.

I WIN!

This does not mean that this blog will die anytime soon. With the job, comes different stresses. So, I’ll be documenting those. Includes my lack of dating life. But there’s a reason for that. Which I won’t be discussing. Anyway…

I WIN!