can't take it anymore. pent up writing stimulus has now breached past the point of being held in. were it pregnant, that baby be crowning. all this time waiting for something to write about UNBEKNOWNST i've been word pregnant this whole time. like any appropriate pre-rant explanation, i've gotta make sure you're aware that i'm aware that it's been scant, awhile, dreary, and uninspired on the blogging front. i journal, sometimes, but when i do it's intense and overly dramatic like a 13 year old girl that just realized her period justifies her moodiness. man i'm so f***ing meta. PHORICAL!
so that's new... i'm giving up swearing for lent. why? who the carp knows. i really enjoy profanity, so i guess it's actually a sacrifice this time. let me analyze my goals:
- i enjoy it because of the harsh expression of it. this time apart will allow me to find those dramatic, comedic or 'perfect word' scenarios through different expressions.
- being that i like it, sometimes it slips into situations where i don't need OR desire to say it, and this will be good in training me to hone my tongue.
- i try reaaaaally hard to never us it in a malicious way, so if i keep maintaining my anti-cursing guidelines i should hopefully get better at being uplifting by not having access to the potential negative side of our vocabulary.
- it'll hopefully train me to actually listen to words in songs that aren't wrapped around an f-bomb... pretty much i want to listen harder instead of waiting in anticipation for an explosion of lyrical flavor. this is a subconscious battle.
at metro we were challenged not only to sacrifice something, but to add something. so hopefully with the support of my man church, i'm actually going to read me some bible. the study we are going through is written by rick warren (whom i have a distasteful bias towards), so hopefully letting down my jaded perspective will actually allow for some good though provoking intake instead of the constant 'seen it read it don't want to think about it anymore'.
it is february 27, and i am approximately 15% done my current painting gig. painting, unlike frisbee, gives me the time and mental space to constantly be thinking about my situations and future. i go through a myriad of emotions and internal struggles. this sentence has very little point beyond just wanting to say the word 'myriad'.
actually, this whole word pregnancy thing just turned out to be gas. what i really wanted was to see that date change.
/ it's 6:28 am, i don't want to be alert when the sun breaks loose. i haven't NEED for you, dawn!
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