In the past month I've written 6 short stories. They range from 5 pages to 23 pages. I'm still working on my 2 "novels", but I've been focusing on short stories since I have a fiction writing class next semester. The plan is, since I have 20 credits in the Fall, I know I'll be stressed for time, so having some stuff done already, will hopefully work to my advantage.
I haven't had anyone read the short stories yet, since I still have to edit some of them, making little changes here and there. For the most part, they're "Transgressional Fiction" with one being a short story from when I was a kid, and another being my take on a friend's experience with a difficult customer at work.
Maybe I'll post one on here.
Maybe not.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Home(work).
Last night I was super stressed about a bunch of things.
Somehow, I found Matt and Kim on Myspace, and listening to "daylight", put a huge smile on my face.
Check them out:
http://www.myspace.com/mattandkim
Somehow, I found Matt and Kim on Myspace, and listening to "daylight", put a huge smile on my face.
Check them out:
http://www.myspace.com/mattandkim
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
CDGA
Took my last final of Winter semester tonight. I have 6 days off, then Spring/Summer classes start.
I really enjoyed this past semester. I had friends in every class, my professors were great, and I learned a lot.
Tomorrow I'm cleaning the kitchen from floor to ceiling. (I've been putting it off for about two weeks now.) Then I am going to get a hair cut, and going for a long ass bike ride. (I might incorporate the two.)
My neighbor's have like 6 kids, (in a 3 bedroom townhouse) and one of their bedroom windows is about 6 feet from where I'm sitting right now. They like to yell all hours of the night, leave Blue Bunny Ice Cream wrappers in front of our townhouse, and generally just be assholes (i.e.: kids).
One positive thing about them is that if someone is blaring music at 2am, when I'm trying to write, I can count on them opening their window, and yelling, "Turn that shit down! I'm trying to sleep!"
Good Times.
I really enjoyed this past semester. I had friends in every class, my professors were great, and I learned a lot.
Tomorrow I'm cleaning the kitchen from floor to ceiling. (I've been putting it off for about two weeks now.) Then I am going to get a hair cut, and going for a long ass bike ride. (I might incorporate the two.)
My neighbor's have like 6 kids, (in a 3 bedroom townhouse) and one of their bedroom windows is about 6 feet from where I'm sitting right now. They like to yell all hours of the night, leave Blue Bunny Ice Cream wrappers in front of our townhouse, and generally just be assholes (i.e.: kids).
One positive thing about them is that if someone is blaring music at 2am, when I'm trying to write, I can count on them opening their window, and yelling, "Turn that shit down! I'm trying to sleep!"
Good Times.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Itchy Sweaty Summer Skin
I was going to write a post about how I couldn't accomplish anything today, because I'm so anxious.
After writing, and backspacing over and over, I decided to quit writing.
I'm anxious. (That was easy enough.)
Done.
After writing, and backspacing over and over, I decided to quit writing.
I'm anxious. (That was easy enough.)
Done.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
the most beautiful silence never heard
I went to the eye doctor yesterday. I was long overdue to get my eyes checked since it had been nearly 9 years since I last had my eyes checked. My left eye hasn't changed in 9 years, where as my right eye has gotten weaker. I ordered 2 pairs of glasses, because 1-The were buy one get one half off and 2-My uncle is my eye doctor, so I get a sweet discount. My sexy specs should arrive in a few weeks. I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty pumped!
Aside from that, it's just same 'ole, same 'ole. I have 3 weeks of Winter classes left, and Summer classes start in 5 weeks. Is it weird that I really like going to college? My professor, who calls me "a keeper" gave me the opportunity to do a performance "piece" at University of Michigan next month, and get college credit for it. I was honestly surprised that she thought I was "good enough" to represent my school, and her as a professor. I told her I'd do it, but instead of paying for the credit, I'm doing it for the fun of it. Is that weird?
Back to the books.
Aside from that, it's just same 'ole, same 'ole. I have 3 weeks of Winter classes left, and Summer classes start in 5 weeks. Is it weird that I really like going to college? My professor, who calls me "a keeper" gave me the opportunity to do a performance "piece" at University of Michigan next month, and get college credit for it. I was honestly surprised that she thought I was "good enough" to represent my school, and her as a professor. I told her I'd do it, but instead of paying for the credit, I'm doing it for the fun of it. Is that weird?
Back to the books.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Song In The Air
5 years after the fact, after their demise, I finally got Elliott's album, Song In The Air. I'm only halfway through the first song, and I can already tell I'm going to wear this album out.
This morning I had to take my wife's car to get some work done on it. Instead of sitting around in the lobby, anxious, and waiting, I went to Starbucks. I got a coffee, sat down with my laptop, and out of nowhere, a new idea for a story came to me. In no time flat, my brain was off and running, and lo and behold, I've got yet another story in the works.
This makes 3 stories that I'm working on. 3 books. (The word "novel" just seems as pretentious as fuck to me.)
I'm going to school for a bachelor's degree in communications with a minor in journalism. I want to get my master's degree, and eventually my PhD. But what do I want to "do with my life?" I'd love to be a college professor, but what I'd love even more is to be a writer. A writer who can make a living through writing. I don't want to be "big", kicking out a book every 6 months, but I want to be doing well enough, that I can live comfortably. Plus, I think it'd be awesome, when people ask me what I do for a living, being able to respond with, "I sit on my ass and make shit up."
Back to writing.
me.
This morning I had to take my wife's car to get some work done on it. Instead of sitting around in the lobby, anxious, and waiting, I went to Starbucks. I got a coffee, sat down with my laptop, and out of nowhere, a new idea for a story came to me. In no time flat, my brain was off and running, and lo and behold, I've got yet another story in the works.
This makes 3 stories that I'm working on. 3 books. (The word "novel" just seems as pretentious as fuck to me.)
I'm going to school for a bachelor's degree in communications with a minor in journalism. I want to get my master's degree, and eventually my PhD. But what do I want to "do with my life?" I'd love to be a college professor, but what I'd love even more is to be a writer. A writer who can make a living through writing. I don't want to be "big", kicking out a book every 6 months, but I want to be doing well enough, that I can live comfortably. Plus, I think it'd be awesome, when people ask me what I do for a living, being able to respond with, "I sit on my ass and make shit up."
Back to writing.
me.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
All dogs go to heaven.
Exactly one year ago today, I came home and got shitty drunk on Jack Daniels.
My mom had called me at work, and told me that the vet's test results came back, for some tests we had done on our dog Emo. Pancreatic Cancer.
Katie was working on homework, so I laid on the floor of the living room, drinking straight from the bottle, occasionally getting up to pet our dog Cooper.
The next day, my dad took Emo for a ride in the truck to go see a specialist. He died less than a minute after my dad put him on the examination table. Honestly, I think he was just waiting to get one more ride in my dad's truck. Seriously, he loved that truck. We used to have to fight to get him out of it. You'd open the door, and he'd climb in the back seat, plop down, keep you company while doing errands, and stay there on the back seat for hours. It didn't matter how long you'd been home, he wouldn't get out of the truck! His record was 10 hours. 10 hours without food, or water, or going to the bathroom. It was his truck really.
My mom called me after my dad got him back home, and I don't know why, it's not like I could bring him back, but I left work, and rushed to my parent's house. I cried. A lot. That was also the first time I ever saw my dad cry.
Now, when Emo died, I had another dog, a dog that my wife and I got after moving in together. Cooper. He's awesome. Cute as hell. But he's not the same as Emo.
Just before this past Christmas, Katie and I rescued a puppy, a Golden Retriever Mix. Jake. He's insane. Incredibly cute. He truly reminds me of a combination of Angel, my dog that died back in 2003, and Emo. It's like God, Allah, Yaweh, Elvis, whoever... took traits from my two dogs that had died, and put them in Jake. He even smells like them. He's similar to Angel and Emo, but he's not the same as them.
After my classes were over today, I came home, and got shitty drunk on Jack Daniels.
My mom had called me at work, and told me that the vet's test results came back, for some tests we had done on our dog Emo. Pancreatic Cancer.
Katie was working on homework, so I laid on the floor of the living room, drinking straight from the bottle, occasionally getting up to pet our dog Cooper.
The next day, my dad took Emo for a ride in the truck to go see a specialist. He died less than a minute after my dad put him on the examination table. Honestly, I think he was just waiting to get one more ride in my dad's truck. Seriously, he loved that truck. We used to have to fight to get him out of it. You'd open the door, and he'd climb in the back seat, plop down, keep you company while doing errands, and stay there on the back seat for hours. It didn't matter how long you'd been home, he wouldn't get out of the truck! His record was 10 hours. 10 hours without food, or water, or going to the bathroom. It was his truck really.
My mom called me after my dad got him back home, and I don't know why, it's not like I could bring him back, but I left work, and rushed to my parent's house. I cried. A lot. That was also the first time I ever saw my dad cry.
Now, when Emo died, I had another dog, a dog that my wife and I got after moving in together. Cooper. He's awesome. Cute as hell. But he's not the same as Emo.
Just before this past Christmas, Katie and I rescued a puppy, a Golden Retriever Mix. Jake. He's insane. Incredibly cute. He truly reminds me of a combination of Angel, my dog that died back in 2003, and Emo. It's like God, Allah, Yaweh, Elvis, whoever... took traits from my two dogs that had died, and put them in Jake. He even smells like them. He's similar to Angel and Emo, but he's not the same as them.
After my classes were over today, I came home, and got shitty drunk on Jack Daniels.
Monday, March 16, 2009
There goes the world.
I just signed up for 20 credits this summer, and 20 credits next fall. I'm not crazy, just determined.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Leg Spasm
I hate the fact that I woke up today at 8am, did some errands, came home and did homework, then went to work from 6pm-Midnight. I know I should be sleeping right now, but dammit, I haven't even been out of work for 3 hours. My body = tired. My mind = not so much.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
When the wife is away, Curtiss is lame.
Katie is working the "overnight" shift tonight. Mikey is at his girlfriend's house for 2 days. The dogs are have been in bed since 10.
Since I got home at 9:30, I've:
1 - Made dinner for myself.
2 - Drank a Sam Adams.
3 - Watched the same scene from No Country for Old Men 20 times.
4 - Practiced the dialogue for the above scene for my Interpretive Communication class 10 times.
5 - Smoked 2 cigarettes.
6 - Drank 5 cups of coffee.
Time to work on my story, then bed.
Since I got home at 9:30, I've:
1 - Made dinner for myself.
2 - Drank a Sam Adams.
3 - Watched the same scene from No Country for Old Men 20 times.
4 - Practiced the dialogue for the above scene for my Interpretive Communication class 10 times.
5 - Smoked 2 cigarettes.
6 - Drank 5 cups of coffee.
Time to work on my story, then bed.
Friday, February 27, 2009
French Pressed Cowboy Coffee
I got to the airport two hours before my scheduled flight. Thanks to my flight being delayed, I was there four and a half hours early.
I drank beer to kill my anxiety. I paced around the airport a lot. I paid $4 for a soda, just to be able to sit in the bar and smoke.
The trip as a whole was fun. The drive from Florida to Nashville was 12 hours. The drive from Nashville to Troy took 9 hours. I did it all alone, but didn't get tired until Ohio. I'm not gonna lie, for the most part, I do not like Ohio.
Back here in the mitten, things are hectic and topsy-turvy.
I decided to stop being a lazy ass, and start writing a story.
I've had dozens of "good ideas", but this one, this one I think I'll follow through on it.
Back to writing and menthols.
I drank beer to kill my anxiety. I paced around the airport a lot. I paid $4 for a soda, just to be able to sit in the bar and smoke.
The trip as a whole was fun. The drive from Florida to Nashville was 12 hours. The drive from Nashville to Troy took 9 hours. I did it all alone, but didn't get tired until Ohio. I'm not gonna lie, for the most part, I do not like Ohio.
Back here in the mitten, things are hectic and topsy-turvy.
I decided to stop being a lazy ass, and start writing a story.
I've had dozens of "good ideas", but this one, this one I think I'll follow through on it.
Back to writing and menthols.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Leaving on a midnight plane to Florida.
The title says it all.
I'll be back in the mitten next weekend.
Godspeed.
I'll be back in the mitten next weekend.
Godspeed.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Anxiety sickness
I talked to my mom, and she said that I should still plan on flying to Florida on Thursday night.
"Grandpa could be here today, and not tomorrow.... and the same could be said about us too."
It's weird how, for me at least, things could be hectic, and I could be at my wits end, but when my mom offers up advice, it helps to calm my anxiety.
Moms are good like that.
"Grandpa could be here today, and not tomorrow.... and the same could be said about us too."
It's weird how, for me at least, things could be hectic, and I could be at my wits end, but when my mom offers up advice, it helps to calm my anxiety.
Moms are good like that.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
My namesake....
I found out today that my Grandfather was given "a week or so" to live.
He's been in wavering health for the two years, and his most recent bout of illness, 2 weeks ago, was due to internal bleeding that the doctors couldn't find the source of.
My mom called me when I was at work today, on lunch, eating taco bell with my wife in her car. From what doctors said, my grandpa once again has internal bleeding, plus he's retaining water, and has gained 20lbs (as a result of him having congestive heart failure).
I'm supposed to be heading to Florida on Thursday, then driving my father-in-law's car back up to Michigan (with a stop off in Nashville), but that's kinda up in the air right now.
Well, I should start working on homework, I just needed to vent in hopes of clearing my thoughts.
He's been in wavering health for the two years, and his most recent bout of illness, 2 weeks ago, was due to internal bleeding that the doctors couldn't find the source of.
My mom called me when I was at work today, on lunch, eating taco bell with my wife in her car. From what doctors said, my grandpa once again has internal bleeding, plus he's retaining water, and has gained 20lbs (as a result of him having congestive heart failure).
I'm supposed to be heading to Florida on Thursday, then driving my father-in-law's car back up to Michigan (with a stop off in Nashville), but that's kinda up in the air right now.
Well, I should start working on homework, I just needed to vent in hopes of clearing my thoughts.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Fight In Me
Studying for my first exam of the semester (I've had 6 papers due already). Drinking a soy latte, and enjoying free Wi-Fi at Biggby (Why'd they change their name)? Listening to Deadtown (They're one of those bands that I wish I was in).At 7:45am this morning I got a phone call that my old manager, Jackie, found her husband dead last night in their garage. Steve was such an awesome guy! My most recent memory of him was when he came to my wedding, and during the reception, he was outside smoking, and I was sneaking a smoke away from where everyone was outside talking, and Steve walked up to me, shook my hand, and said "You've done good kid!" I feel so bad for Jackie. She's an absolutely amazing person, that terrible things happen to. First she lost both of her sons when they were hit by a drunk-driver while riding their snowmobiles, then about a year ago she was diagnosed with Cancer, and now she's lost her husband. My heart goes out to her.
Sorry to be such a downer, but....
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Katie Saved Me From The Pope.
I just woke up about 12 minutes ago, from a super weird dream. I'll cut through all the fluff, and tell you my favorite part:
My parents were having a huge dinner at their house, and for some reason The Pope showed up. While eating dinner, I say aloud, "It just hit me! Holy Shit! The Pope is sitting across from me eating dinner, and I should be excited right? Truthfully, it does nothing for me." At which point, in the dream, my cell phone started to ring, and I said, "That's my wife calling, I have to take this." And walked out of my parents' house.
Take Care.
My parents were having a huge dinner at their house, and for some reason The Pope showed up. While eating dinner, I say aloud, "It just hit me! Holy Shit! The Pope is sitting across from me eating dinner, and I should be excited right? Truthfully, it does nothing for me." At which point, in the dream, my cell phone started to ring, and I said, "That's my wife calling, I have to take this." And walked out of my parents' house.
Take Care.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
the world is flat.
My wife and I went to see Marley & Me tonight. I cried a little. On our way out to our car, we some some dudes dealing drugs right in the parking lot of AMC. Fucking idiots!
My grandfather was quite sick a few days ago. Honestly, the doctors didn't think he'd "make it". He is doing better now, thankfully. My wife and I went to see him yesterday, and he was joking around, making fun of my grandma and I, and being a senile old man.
Aside from that, I'm just going to school, working, and hanging out. Nothing exciting.
I need to be in a band again. Either that, or I'm going to seriously sit down, and start working on writing, because I feel fucking worthless when I'm not "creating". Does that make sense?
godspeed.
My grandfather was quite sick a few days ago. Honestly, the doctors didn't think he'd "make it". He is doing better now, thankfully. My wife and I went to see him yesterday, and he was joking around, making fun of my grandma and I, and being a senile old man.
Aside from that, I'm just going to school, working, and hanging out. Nothing exciting.
I need to be in a band again. Either that, or I'm going to seriously sit down, and start working on writing, because I feel fucking worthless when I'm not "creating". Does that make sense?
godspeed.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Coffee Is My Anti-Drug!
Once again, I'm supposed to be working on homework, but I keep getting distracted. I worked on homework for about 8 hours today, went to work to schedule some time off, then drove to class. Upon getting to class I found out that it was canceled. Now, I wouldn't have been too pissed off about it, but... the e-mail my professor sent regarding class being canceled didn't get to me until 2 hours after she'd sent it. GOD BLESS TECHNOLOGY!
My father-in-law bought a car down in Florida, so I'm flying to Florida in February to drive his old car back to The Mitten. I'm pumped for the drive (I love long drives), I'm pumped to get out of the cold for a bit, and I'm pumped I get to stop off in Nashville (It's #2 on my list of cities I'd like to live in), but I am not pumped about flying. I'm afraid of flying (I've done it twice in my life. Once to DC, and once on my way back from DC), so I figure this will be a good way to get over my fear since I'm flying by myself.
In other news, I returned a Christmas present today, and got a bad ass coffee pot!
Not only can you program it, so that the coffee is ready when you wake up, it grinds the beans right before brewing, and it filters the water too! Yep, I love coffee, want proof?
Godspeed.
My father-in-law bought a car down in Florida, so I'm flying to Florida in February to drive his old car back to The Mitten. I'm pumped for the drive (I love long drives), I'm pumped to get out of the cold for a bit, and I'm pumped I get to stop off in Nashville (It's #2 on my list of cities I'd like to live in), but I am not pumped about flying. I'm afraid of flying (I've done it twice in my life. Once to DC, and once on my way back from DC), so I figure this will be a good way to get over my fear since I'm flying by myself.
In other news, I returned a Christmas present today, and got a bad ass coffee pot!
Not only can you program it, so that the coffee is ready when you wake up, it grinds the beans right before brewing, and it filters the water too! Yep, I love coffee, want proof?
Godspeed.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
don't underestimate the spine in a poor man's back.
I love my dogs!
Well, now that the stress from the holidays is gone, the stress from school begins. I'm taking 16 credit hours, and though I did pretty well last semester, I want to do better this semester. I know I'm going to have a heavier work-load for my courses, so I won't be working as many hours a week at the bookstore as I did last semester.
Last nite my wife and I saw City and Colour, William Elliott Whitmore, and a few others in Detroit. The show was awesome! It was weird sitting down for a show (I felt really old), but it was great none-the-less.
I'm supposed to be working on homework right now, but my mind is wandering (thanks to the snow collected on the pine tree outside of my window). My belly is full of hell, and I'm having a hard time getting comfortable in my computer chair. I want a cigarette, but I think I should atleast finish a chapter of homework before I "reward" myself with one.
Oh yeah, my old band, Silence The Wake, had a reunion show on December 27th, and it was awesome! I had a lot of fun, and a lot of money was raised for a great cause.
Godspeed.-me.
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