Random is the flavor of the week.

I'm bored out of my mind.

I haven't written anything in a few days, and I think it's because there's not much on my mind. I've kind of kept to myself the past couple of days, and you'd think there's a ton of stuff going on up there, but there really isn't.


So I'm just going to start typing and see what comes out; I feel like I owe it to myself. :P

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I felt a sudden urge the other day to double my running routine. It was exhausting, but it felt incredible. Sometimes it almost feels like I become weightless and my feet just keep on going.


And that's even more incredible.


I'd also like to note that my abdomen is currently on fire. I can't sit up out of bed, or even bend over without wincing, but I suppose that's a good thing. That's a feeling I haven't felt in a while, but I remember it all too well. After lifting a few weights, I concluded that I'm going to mainly stick to cardio and dieting and see how that works.


I'm 132 now, and shooting for my pleasant 120. 12 pounds lighter by the end of May? That's definitely do-able.


I think the results will be...satisfactory. ;P



It's crazy though, how your diet can affect your mood. I've been going on this routine for probably three weeks now, and I definitely notice a change in my habits and attitude. I feel more alive than I have in a long time. As they say, "You are what you eat," which translates to "If you eat crap, you're gonna feel and look like crap."


I wonder how that works the other way around though? "If you eat vegetables, you're gonna feel and look like...a vegetable?!" With that logic, and considering the amount of bananas I've been eating lately, I'll end up looking like this in a few months:

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Thinking back on my future career choice, I feel like I'm letting a talent go to waste. I've been into 2d art since as long as I can remember, and it's always been a talent of mine. But, pretty much after high school, I stopped working on it and kind of fell off with it. Sometimes I wish I'd stuck with it. I'd probably be much better now than I was back in high school.

I recently got in touch with an old classmate that I've known since middle school (although we just "officially" met), and she and I were sharing our concern for "wasted talent." Like myself, she's an artsy type, and looking through some of her work (some of which is really peculiar, but VERY cool nonetheless), I was really impressed. Her interest in all things vintage and cute make for a really unique art style, and it'd be great to see that work in her favor.


However...


She wants to go into marine biology, which is great! At the same time though, a talent like her's is totally marketable and could score her some big money. A few of her creations are going to be featured in a magazine called Stuffed (not to be confused with Stuff!) in July, and I hope someone takes notice of her work! That would be killer!

Myself, on the other hand, lack the creative mindset to really utilize my drawing talent. I have no problem drawing something if it's right in front of me, but if I were told to draw someone holding an apple while sitting in a chair (or something like that), I'd have no clue how to draw the hands, wrinkles in clothes, etc. I think that's a sign of my lack of knowledge on the human anatomy. I have a hard time picturing muscle placement, and the way things move and set themselves.

I've always wanted to be able to do that. :(


But hey! Here's to hoping my Anatomy and Physiology classes this summer make up for that lack of knowledge! Maybe getting into the medical field is one big ploy that the powers that be have set up for me to continue drawing or something. LOL

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My throat is killing me. I had an urge around 2 in the morning yesterday to play a song I've been dying to cover. The key that the song is in is a bit intensive on my vocal range, so I experimented a bit with lower tunings to see what my limit was.


Fortunately, I found a key that I can comfortably play it in, and it sounds great!...


...Unfortunately, it did a hella nice number on my throat. No idea what I was thinking trying to attempt this. So I took some medicine a few hours ago, passed out while watching Superbad, and woke up not too long ago. Here's said song:



It's about the story of Daedalus and his son, Icarus. The ending of the song is fantastic, and completely captures the emotion a father would have over the loss of his son.



Mmm, so good. <3

Fun fact: I have always had a cowlick on the right side of my bangs. I HATE IT. If anyone knows how to fix this, CONTACT ME. LOL >_<

Aaaaand, I'm spent.

Love. Peace.


Edit: After playing through Daedalus again today...nah. Not feeling very comfortable with it. Don't know wtf I was thinking. >_>