First World Problems

That painful moment when you wanted to blog three hours ago and couldn’t

yes… I am crying.

Faily post 12: blast!

I was so close to everyday posts guys, but illness and absentminded sneaks caused me to miss a post.
There’s been a lot of faltering on my part in terms of sticking to all of the things I wanted to do. And the blog is the last of the dominoes to topple I suppose.
This is not a resignation. This is simply realization of the lack of discipline I suffer from and a resolution to redouble my efforts.
Like I tend to say often these days, “Tomorrow is a new day.”

Daily Post 11a: Holy Sheisa.

So I forgot to mention the part where I was waiting for the bus for an hour in the cold and when it finally freaking showed up, I realized I was going in the wrong direction. To top it all off, when I got on the bus a fight erupted between the bus driver and a man trying to get a woman in a wheelchair who was waiting at the next stop on the bus in the cold for several hours because it hadn’t shown up in that long and I was actually lucky. Because they were arguing they missed the following bus which had space and suddenly slurs and expletives were being thrown out by some crazy chick who wouldn’t stop shouting at the poor people who were stuck out in the cold after a long ass day. #munisucks /endrant

Daily Post 11: I got blisters on me fingers

Hey Readers,

Something about me you may not know, is that I love to play the ukulele. It’s something that seems to put a smile on the faces of people around me wherever I go. I picked it up when I was visiting a friend at a camp he was working at. They asked me if I knew anything about music, I said yes. They immediately shanghai’d me into service as a music teacher and from that day on I had to stay one lesson ahead of the kids.

They also taught me about Buddhism the same way… Good times.

Anyway, today I was playing at a bus stop and I met a fellow musician. He was from Nigeria, like my parents and he began drumming on the bus stop while I played. I gave him two dollars to buy some fries and he hugged me. It was really a great experience sharing music with a stranger and brightening their day.

I think it’s a good idea to do something unusual like that. Step out of your comfort zone and engage with a stranger. It can be really rewarding. I met a bunch of cool people today as a result of just letting myself be approachable.

Daily Post 10: Shame.

Hot Pockets and video games. That’s all I have to say…

(but really who knew they still made these things?)

Tomorrow will be a new day…

Daily Post 9: I’m in love btw

Midday post ho!

So today, it’s time for the WEEKEND UPDATE!

I’m madly in love with a girl named “Fred”. (there’s an obscure theater joke in there)

Have I told you guys that? Have been for months, I could gush about her for hours, but you’d start to hate me. She’s fantastic. She’s beautiful, she funny, and she makes me want to be a better man.

Part of all of my efforts to be a better person are about me. And part of them are about the people I love… There’s also a tiny part of it that’s about the people who hate me. I want them to drink in my six pack and drunk text me their confessions of adoration to which I’ll reply, “sorry, darling, but I’m taken.”

Not really. I’m not that narcissistic. I pretend to be.

But on a similar note, self-love is important in many aspects of life. If I didn’t love myself I wouldn’t want to push myself to be better. If I didn’t love myself I wouldn’t know how to treat “Fred” with love.

I have to like myself. Love myself even. I’m stuck with me after all.

Daily Post 8: A Better Bed Time

I need to find a way to get to sleep. I need to find a way to write in the day time. While I’ve managed to keep blogging everyday, strange injuries are preventing me from working out the way I want to and sleeping as well as I would otherwise.

If I could go to bed at 11 and do all my midnight business at 4am… I think I’d’ve conquered the world by now.

My language learning pursuits have slipped a little, too.

I’m a little saddened by all the things I’ve had to put on hiatus today, but one setback doesn’t have to mean the end of a good thing. I’ll call it forced R&R and get back to work at a less maddening pace soon. Molding yourself into the person you want to be is possible. It just takes will power.

Daily Post 6: Tripping

Hey guys,

I didn’t run today. I rode my bike somewhere twice because I forgot the key however, so I think it makes up for that.

Speaking of biking… cars are fucking horrifying. As a driver, I know just how much you hate not knowing if I’ll fall in front of you and cause you to commit manslaughter, which in turn infuriates you and makes you want to commit murder.

You want to run me over. I know you do. I’ve been you. Tomorrow when I can drive I will be you. You want to run me down and I’ve accepted it. Please don’t. People care about me, or so I like to think.

today I did not do any of my planned structured work outs or study languages. I had a job interview and it was over in seconds because I would rather see the love of my life than work for Best Buy. It sucks. I almost didn’t do this post because I felt I had nothing good to report. But like I said earlier, not finishing the run doesn’t mean you quit trying that trail. I have something to achieve. I’ll get there. I just have to stay on the path.

I did however make an artistic change to a project, get out of the house to hear some poetry live, and finish this damn post. Good for my soul.

Always look on the bright side. Take pleasure in the little things

Poetry: PARTE DOS!

So, after bitching about how poetry is a shitty medium for reaching lots of people, I realized that I should probably go support my creative writer brethren.

Tonight, I’m going to an open mike event in San Francisco on Hayes and Cole at the Sacred Grounds Cafe at 7:30pm. It’s all spoken word and I don’t know if anyone who’s reading this will actually show up, but I’ve been once before and the quality of the work was fantastic. There was some audience participation and I think you can even get up and present if you’ve brought something to share. It’s a great place to test out spoken word.

Who knows, I might even get up there.