I haven't written anything on here in forever, despite promises to myself to do so, so allow me to catch you up on anything that matters.
I got married.
I think that's almost all there is. This August, Lindsay and I got married about 4 years after we'd originally meant to. But hey, better late than never right? It didn't really turn out anything like I'd originally wanted or expected, though when the time cam, there weren't any complaints. We didn't really have the money to get married, and we didn't do a proper job of planning, but you know what? When I saw her walking down the aisle toward me, none of that really mattered. And my friends did a fantastic job of pulling things together and making sure nothing critical slipped through the cracks. Specifically, our friend Tyler, who served as the wedding planner, dj, bartender, general organizer and all around leak plugger for everything that might leak, metaphorically speaking.
Also, we've gotten out of the lease we formerly had with a guy that we'd ended up kind of starting to hate. He wasn't a bad guy, but he was a little bit much in a lot of ways. Which was fine, until we started living with him. Fortunately, we've moved into a much nicer place, and unfortunately, with a room mate still. But fortunately with a room mate that we actually like, as opposed to just deal with or downright loathe, as every other room mate has been in the past.
The last big event I have to mention is an ongoing one. Lindsay and I are both doing NaNoWriMo this year, a.k.a. National Novel Writing Month. I started out writing a book that I'd had some ideas for for a good long while now, but I lost my notes and I got stuck on where I was taking it before making it a thousand words in. For perspective, your goal is 50,000 words by the end of the month. So instead, I started a new project. I don't expect anyone but myself to enjoy it, but I do enjoy writing it. It might even be some kind of therapeutic. What I decided to write instead casts the two most opposing sides of myself as room mates, my relationship with myself, and is a thinly veiled, but scathing criticism of both sides of myself, of the book I'd tried to write and failed, of my life up to this point, and an exploration of maybe the reasons I've always had a more hate than love relationship with myself. All this anger, resentment and hate is of course covered with humor, because that's one of two ways I cope with things. The other is escapism, as heavily portrayed in the novel. The other thing it says (at least to me, and maybe no one else) is the ways that the person I want to be feels about the person I am and the chances that the person I envision myself wanting to be now may never be at all. So I guess it's a thought provoking exploration of self if you're me. If you're anyone but me, it's probably rubbish. But like I said, I'm enjoying writing it, so it's a good pass time I suppose.
And that's all for me lately, I suppose. If anyone reads this, congratulations, you're probably the only one!
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Musical Homework:
Ching Chime - Serj Tankian
Testify - Rage Against The Machine
Rotten to the Core - Hellyeah
Sex Life - Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows
A Rumor of Skin - Stone Sour
Do It Now Remember It Later - Sleeping With Sirens
Show Me What You've Got - Powerman 5000
Reality T.V. - Serj Tankian
The Only Thing You Talk About - Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows
Duality - Slipknot
Kick The Bucket - Mindless Self Indulgence
Honest Eyes - Black Tide
Pretty Handsome Awkward - The Used
Fish Out Of Water - Mudvayne
My Swagger Has A First Name - Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows
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