The Overachieving Slacker

This Makes Two

2009-02-12T15:56:00.000-08:00

Look I'm posting!

I've been looking over the few posts that I have managed to post, and it looks like I'm not a very good writer. Part of the attraction of reading a blog is that they are lovingly crafted by someone with a fantastic grasp of the English language. They can throw together witty sentences that delight or inspire the reader. Then there are the ones who are just really good at putting words together on the fly. This is a skill I need.

This isn't a unique statement or goal, but I'd like to be a writer. I'm throwing my money (or my mother's money) at obtaining a degree in the field of Anthropology, in hopes of going to work in Mexico. But deep down, I want to write. I guess this is going to be my practice. I'd ask for suggestions of what people would like to see. I can review books or music, talk about ancient Mexico, I can post arts and crafts, or I can turn this into an emo like rant. I could do this, but as of this point, there is only one person who checks in on this space, so asking would be over rated. (Feel free to make suggestions anyway) Until I come up with some kind of aim for this place, expect rants and random things. I'll work on my vocab, and you guys work on existing. I'll have readers one day!

Next!

2009-02-11T15:12:00.001-08:00

So it's been awhile... again. On the up side, this means I have new pictures to post. Life's been good, crazy, but good. I'm taking a Cyberpunk English class. I'm getting credit for doing my fun reading now, so I'm happy. There's an issue brewing at school over something very close to my heart, but I think I'll save that for another post because I might have pictures then.

For now, some art.

This was a commission for a friend at The Table. She found some of my doodles and told me I should post on DeviantArt. After I told her that my drawing skills pretty much maxed out at cute mushrooms, she pushed me in to doing this for her. She picked the colors, and was very happy to get this in return. I'm happy she pushed me into it. I think this turned out really cute.

If you don't get this, then google it. I'd go with the Urban Dictionary's definition. It's not quite done yet. I threw it together with some felt I scavenged off of someone else at The Table. What can I say, boys game, and girls craft and game.

I think I've proven the title

2008-12-20T19:14:00.000-08:00

Okay, it's December. I wish I had more of a reason for not writing, but I really don't. I did have a 175 class that took up more time that all my other classes put together, but that's still not a great reason.
So, we had Christmas at the Table, and I gave away the dice bags I made. I was really proud of the way they turned out. The bags are very simple to make, and the embroidery really makes them look great. I also took my dice bags a step up this year by adding grommets to feed the draw stings through. I finished them off with some beads to hold the bags closed with out having to tie a knot.

Why?

2008-06-08T16:37:00.000-07:00

I knew a guy once, and he believed that everyone should have access to the Internet. This was like a fundamental right to him. He also told me that it was his fundamental right to screw up his own little corner of the Internet in what ever way he chose. I admired his conviction, and dedication to his blog, and this was back in 1998 before blogging was cool. His site lasted for all of about 4 posts before he lost interest. I'm not promising that I won't do the same thing with my own corner of the Internet, but I can promise that I will try to be more than that. After all, I've come along way since I knew that guy. I no longer write goth poetry, or romanticize cutting myself to feel pain. As if there wasn't enough going on in my life that I needed to drama things up. I think a lot of people go through hard times, and do some crazy things to get through them. I'm just glad that I'm over it.

In the past year or so, I've found that I've really cut myself off from a lot in life. I was so hell bent on being different that I forgot to have some fun along the way. I'm 23 and have gone out to get plastered with friends once in my life. ONCE!

Okay, okay, I'm sorry. This blog is not going to be wallowing in self pity. That is what LiveJournal is for. I plan on putting some good stuff up here about the things I like. I'm not sure what, but won't it be fun to find out together? No? Well too bad.

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