I don't wanna work out... But I have to. Boxing season starts in a month and I've let myself go all summer. Oh well.

Thing is, that means I'm gonna have to start eating less... Smoking less... Drinking less...

On top of boxing, there's like... Three different story ideas I wanna go with. I have an anime script I want to start on, and two (possible) novels or short stories... I really need to get something down on paper before my head explodes and the ideas warp, curdle, and expire.

Lately I simply haven't the time. I'm hopefully going to be moving into a different job position, which means more hours at the veterinary clinic although those will be coupled with working towards FINALLY getting my license, boxing, saving up money to get back out on my own again, and trying to reserve some time for creativity. It's gonna be a tightly packed couple of months.

Now that I think about it... Forget about smoking less, I'm going to need all the relief I can get.

If I see any of my shit floating around the interweb with somebody else's name on it I will personally forward a package to your mothers address from the UniBomber and come after you with a legion of large Samoan Female Kick boxers. Shit's not funny.

I don't mean to be so negative, but... Has anybody noticed the ungodly amounts of shitty, generic, run of the mill, everyday little white storybook poetry that plagues DA? I mean sure, a great many times the repeated metaphor's, simile's, and acts of alliteration harken back to what it means to be a poet, and stabilizes a sense of tradition... But how many more times am I going to have to hear the term "white picket fence" before the image of a perfect blandly colored suburban home holding within it's womb a perfect family with a perfect dog that shits perfectly in the center of the perfectly mowed backyard will be completely erased from my head and replaced with a montage of all the perfectly horrible poems I had to pull the word from?

I've not been very creatively active as of late... But I'm hoping to change that, and do something productive with my time rather than sit around and mindelessely stare at the walls or poison myself with TV and Videogames when there's nothing better to do... Not to mention I'm trying to remove junk food from my diet too, none of it really tastes that great to me anymore. Hopefully the rainy days will motivate my days stuck inside to be more productive with my mind.

Well, It's not common, but Irony can be just as cruel as it can be funny.

I was watching the Sliver and Cold video for the first time yesterday, and it was a really good one. "No duh, considering that it's AFI." And there's the fact that this is the band I always listen to when I'm feeling poetic or to get myself feeling better about something. But anyways, aparently the rest of the band members get this call from Davey, and he's at this bridge and about to jump into the water. The rest of the video shows him singing as he's about to jump off, and the rest of the band stealing some guys BMW, speeding through the city and powersliding around corners and shit trying to get too the bridge before he jumps off. I think it was located somewhere in England, because of all the cobblestone street's. Anyways, as he's sitting there about to jump off, it just kind of reminds me of Adrian and I start to get really depressed... The rest of the band (Jade Puget, Hunter, and the drummer whom I don't quite remember) come flying around this corner as they see him on the bridge from the road and slam into this military truck as they're racing to get too him before he jumps. That's when I thought of Seldon, and both thoughts just kind of brought me down. The car blows up right as he decides not to jump, and he just walks up while the wreckage goes up in flames in the background. I just kind of stared at my computer monitor for a few minutes... Ironic, yes. Fucked up... Very much, but powerful.