So, like all CreComms, and I mean all, I've been trying my best and working hard. During the magazine project I put in some 18 hour days, last semester was running at a steady 12. Since the magazine is over I've been putting in around 8, and I haven't felt so guilty, lazy or useless in a long time.
Why should I feel this guilty for not putting in a 16 hour day? If I do anything fun, like go out for dinner or watch half an hour of TV, I feel awful. The whole life being balanced thing went out the window long ago. I stopped watching tv.
I'm glad this program gave me the guilt I need to be successful in life. Every rich person at one point put in 20 hour days 7 days a week. We don't even really have it that bad. Then I think of the people who have actual brutal jobs and this is really nothing. So then I feel guilty about feeling busy on top of feeling guilty for not being busy enough. What a cycle.
Anyway, this summer I might have to get 2 jobs to keep up the rhythm I am accustomed too. I'm scared I'll be done school and have Trainspotting withdrawal symptoms. Maybe I'll just start drooling uncontrollaby.
Oh well, it's been so far ok. Things I may have wanted to change but a good kick in the ass.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Shockport!
There's nothing shocking about Lockport, I just wanted to get your attention.
I went to Lockport today and everytime I go out that way I keep wanting to live out there. Lockport, Selkirk, St. Andrews...they're all my kind of places. I have come to the conclusion that I need to live by water in order to be happy, and those places seem to have an abundance of water.
I had a hotdog for the first time in 7 years today. One at Half Moon and one at Skinner's. I didn't eat all of each hotdog because I despise hotdogs, so there's still 3/4 of each sitting in the fridge, but they were actually good hotdogs! I finally understand that whole snap to bite ratio or whatever people keep talking about when it comes to good hotdogs. Still won't eat relish, though. I'm not sure if I can be a good judge of a hotdog if I can't eat relish.
I saw TFJ struggle down a hill, heard that there were lots of fish and that people were catching them by the minute, found out that Wet n' Wild closed down years ago (they should just call it Shockport because I was shocked about that). I had a good day! Abandoned water slides are creepy and depressing, almost like some remnant of Chernobyl. But they are really amazing to look at. Bryan Scott has a good picture of the creepiness that is abandoned water slides.
My only regret: that I didn't take a nicer picture of Wet n' Wild, in all it's abandoned glory. And that I had no idea it was closed. Now I know what to do for the future. Everything we do is learning!
This hotdog and I say "peace out."
I went to Lockport today and everytime I go out that way I keep wanting to live out there. Lockport, Selkirk, St. Andrews...they're all my kind of places. I have come to the conclusion that I need to live by water in order to be happy, and those places seem to have an abundance of water.
I had a hotdog for the first time in 7 years today. One at Half Moon and one at Skinner's. I didn't eat all of each hotdog because I despise hotdogs, so there's still 3/4 of each sitting in the fridge, but they were actually good hotdogs! I finally understand that whole snap to bite ratio or whatever people keep talking about when it comes to good hotdogs. Still won't eat relish, though. I'm not sure if I can be a good judge of a hotdog if I can't eat relish.
I saw TFJ struggle down a hill, heard that there were lots of fish and that people were catching them by the minute, found out that Wet n' Wild closed down years ago (they should just call it Shockport because I was shocked about that). I had a good day! Abandoned water slides are creepy and depressing, almost like some remnant of Chernobyl. But they are really amazing to look at. Bryan Scott has a good picture of the creepiness that is abandoned water slides.
My only regret: that I didn't take a nicer picture of Wet n' Wild, in all it's abandoned glory. And that I had no idea it was closed. Now I know what to do for the future. Everything we do is learning!
This hotdog and I say "peace out."
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