Birds thrown around.

Suggested listening: Radiohead "Scatterbrain"

Rather fitting song for this blustery day what with the crooning about force 10 gales, roofs pulling off and so forth.

Speaking about the wind, how about that wind? I mean, I'm not one to talk about the weather, but come on. Super strong winds are awesome. But, alas it doesn't feel the same way about me (Kind of like the girls i usually fall for, Bu dum tch!) It almost mercilessly lifted me off the ground several times today.

(long pause)

Hey guys what's up? Remember all that stuff i was writing about the wind not liking me? Well since then, a GIANT tree crash landed inches from the living room. I mean literal inches here by the way. I've been outside for the past half hour checking it out. No damage done to the house it turns out but the yard is now a supine sycamore so to speak. Alliteration.

Whoa. Wait a hot second here. I was just writing about the wind's rambunctious nature, when coincidentally the wind blasts a tree down inches from my house. Does this mean i have some kind of writing manifestation power? Let me try.

Writing powers! Manifest me these things: Double neck guitar and bass! A piano! All the recording equipment I'd ever need! A new car! A girlfriend! A decent paying job that allows me plenty of time to write and play music!

Now, to go check outside to see if any of those things fell from the heavens...
Shucks.
Maybe i should try for something smaller. A Turkey sandwich!

Nope. A man can dream though. Or i guess i could just get up and make a turkey sandwich.

Orwellian Shmorschellian.

Suggested listening for this entry: John Lennon "Hold on"

Cookie.

I really wish i had an afro.

Today i also kind of wished i still flew planes. I was working by an airport and whenever im around airports i get really nostalgic and on top of that, later in the day we installed a door at a pilot's house. Coincidence? probably, but still. All these aeronautical aspirations dont really help when I'm constantly trying to narrow down what I want to do. Here's a list of the jobs I've thought about pursuing today (lists are cool):
1. Pilot
2. Band member
3. Ship captain
4. Icelandic Farmer
5. Graphic Designer
6. Cab Driver
7. Inventor
8. Batman

I really just need to get out there and start trying them. I dont think I'm going to be one to stick with one job for too long. Sometimes I wish we lived in some Orwellian universe in which we're just given a career chip and forced to work where the man tells us to. If only it'wernt fer that dang free will! Ah, i'd probably get some crappy job anyway. Like a trash man or factory worker....or a politician.

i'll have a quarter life crisis with some fries please.

Suggested Listening for this entry: Beach House "Better Times"

I had a sudden realization today. this strange feeling i've been having for the past year is not just a strange feeling i've been having for the past year. That fear of not really having accomplished anything yet? That distaste for parties? That relationship that I just can't seem to start? That incredibly awful taste college leaves in my mouth? They're all connected. ITS A QUARTER LIFE CRISIS! YEAH! WOOO!

Why the excitement you ask? I guess i'm just excited that i'll have a response when people ask that dreaded question: "What are you doing with your life as of late?"
"Well sir or madame," i'll reply. "I'm right in the middle of a quarter life crisis, thank you for asking. Now if you'll excuse me, i have to get back to it." It has a nice ring to it. I'm in a quarter life crisis.

Hence this blog.

I felt the need to document this whole process for the reason of... entertainment? no thats not it. some kind of emotional release... no thats not it either. Ah, for future generations to... something or other. Wait. Oh, bother. You know, come to think of it I'm not even sure. That seems to be my normal response to everything else lately, so why not this too. Im not even sure.

I know. Im documenting it for the purpose of documenting it. Simple enough. Precious simplicity. Primplicity.