Becalmed at the Creative Sea
Haven't written much of anything in the last few weeks. I haven't written anything remotely creative / not about my personal life in even longer a span of time.

Haven't had much interest in shooting models, trying to see if doing architectural photography would make me any more inclined to take pictures.

If I didn't know better, I'd almost think I was depressed.


Lately, I've just been playing COD 4, while Assassin's Creed and TF2 languish in the dust.

Classes start in a week, three this semester, two next semester, and after that I'll actually have a degree after eight years of fucking around in college. I've learned a lot of things, but I'm not sure it was worth 8 years of my time. To be honest though, about 1/4 of that time was spent failing classes very creatively when bipolar disorder reared its nasty head.

I feel like I haven't done much with my life to date. Short of carving my name into the moon with a giant laser, I might always feel like that. If I ever have a conversation with someone, and the question 'what have you done to set yourself apart from everyone else in this world?' were to come up, I wouldn't have much of an answer. That disappoints me.

Perhaps it's simply the biological understanding of impending mortality that fuels this urge, the notion deep down in your cells that you won't be here much longer and so you should do something to be remembered by.