9.4.2005 – Hark! Boredom rides again!

24 09 2005

Yes, it’s admittedly been a while since I’ve last posted in this thing. I’ve been sidelined via boredom. However, I can also place equal blame on my waning interest in this blogspot site. I’ve already told you that I’ve got passing obsessive phases with things, and it seemed that the time to obsess over 25centlife was shrinking.

The lack of college coursework and campus life in general (what little I could get as a commuter) has made my life rather wanting for something more. Obviously I wasn’t getting it from the internet, so my head turned

to my pillow. I realize how anti-climactic that was.

/time lapse/

There I go again, getting bored of projects even before I complete them. I suppose I could write an entry on Hurricane Katrina, my personal view of the executive branch of our government, the shrinking need to constantly search for physical satisfaction, the ongoing confirmation hearings for what might be our next Chief Justice, the race relations in this country (whites vs everyone else)…

Unfortunately, I’ve tired of this entry as well.

Just letting y’all know I’m still alive over here. When I get my act together, I shall return.

Very famous words, there.


9.21.2005 – I can concentrate on anyth– ooh! Pretty colors!

21 09 2005

I tell myself I have Kiki-syndrome. Yes. I just made that syndrome up. Maybe it’s supposed to be an affliction. I can’t remember the difference between syndrome and other things. And if you don’t know who Kiki is go here: Sluggy Freelance and go look for a thread that has a hyperactive ferret with blue eyes. Hint: She poings a lot.

All throughout elementary school and, I suspect, also part of high school my teachers have always noted on a report card that I have “a tendency to wander into la-la land” or “a tendency to get distracted by small things”. I can’t understand why. I manage to finish the latest Harry Potter book in a little under four hours. I get into a TV show or movie and I can watch reruns or anything pertaining to that for hours on end. Start me eating on food I love, I’ll eat way past my full mark. What are these people talking about? I have exceptional concentration.

Just not when I’m supposed to. Someone once told me that our obsessive phases (which I say “our” because a whole half of my family have the same tendencies) coincide with a possible manic episode. We’re all so excited about this ONE thing. Whether it be home improvement, a fashion trend, food, something online… this ONE thing consumes us. Makes us the most happy. And then we find a new thing, and we wait for the cycle to continue so we can once again be happy beyond happiness with this one thing. Other things have a longer shelf life, such as my obsession with the internet. Other things stay for a shorter time, such as my obsession with James Marsters (BtVS – Spike fame). Or baking cakes. I still have a box of cake mix from early May that I was first intending to bake for my mom’s birthday/Mother’s Day. Then it got bumped to my graduation, then to my grad party, Father’s Day, middle of the summer for the hell of it, my cousin coming to visit from Seattle (and her three kids), my birthday, my nephew’s baptism… and here we are in September, and I still haven’t found a suitable occasion to bake a simple yellow cake from a box of yellow cake mix.

There was also that dvd that I was so gung-ho on making for first Mother’s Day, then Father’s Day, then to hell with it, my birthday, and finally my parents’ 33rd wedding anniversary. Guess what, that project is still 5% finished on my hard drive.

Can’t forget all my half-finished job applications. I dont’ know what it is with me. I do want a job, and I do take advantage of my slightly manic episodes so I can get stuff done, but in the doldrums — I don’t do a damn thing. Or maybe I can’t find anything worth doing.

9.21.2005 – The Waxing and Waning of My Interest

21 09 2005

I wasn’t kidding when I said my interest in certain things waxes and wanes. I practically forced myself onto blogspot this afternoon. I cruised the various spam blogs (damn, there are a lot of them), read and reread Livejournal, checked my three email accounts (one for junk, one for everything else, and one other that I had for junk’s junk), browsed Milk and Cookies, stuck the Gorillaz’ new song “Dare” on repeat, also stuck on repeat the two versions (spanglish and english) of Ryan Cabrera’s song “True”, reserved hotel rooms for my parents and the visiting relatives in Montreal/Quebec/The Borgata, browsed and updated MySpace and Facebook, wandered through Mr. Girth – Shameless Self-Promotion, and a smattering of other small insignificant things before coming back, reluctantly and wearily to blogspot.

I just texted a friend, the gentleman that co-owns/founded Mr. Girth, wanting to know the next time I would be able to talk to him. In retrospect, a very childish thing to do. He reminded me that he was working, so I went to check out the site… he revamped a few things, I noted that a quote from one of my posts is up on the homepage. No, I won’t tell you which one that is.

Working. What a now foreign concept to me. I took mental stock of what my day usually involves. Getting up at some non-predetermined time, eating whenever I feel like it, spending hours online, sleeping only a few scant hours before the sun actually rises… God, I sound like a bum. I am unemployed. In all definitions of the term, I AM a bum. Oh my god. I am a bum.

You’d think that would be enough to shock the laziness out of my system. Of course not. It’s probably best that I point out that this enty is being written in late September. Oh god, it’s officially autumn. I want to cry. No, really, I do. I won’t bore you with an explanation… if you’re intelligent enough, and I’m sure most of you are, you can figure this one out.

Guess what? I was too lazy to write out the actual one. Research it. Google it. Psst! Here’s a hint, most Filipinos don’t think it exists. Go them. Right.

It’s getting chillier. I’m sitting here in pajama pants for the first time in next to forever. Maybe I have ADD now. Because I only feel like devoting a sentence to nearly every thought that’s in my head. But then I got bored.

You know. I really should be getting paid for this. Or at least get a job that would make me get paid for this sort of thing:

Well, I’ll leave you with a final thought.

Mr. Girth – Shameless Self-Promotion

No, does not mean I have the male bits. But the women’s line is pretty damn hot too.