79 - Uninspired post, but who cares?

Getting back into blogging is actually harder than I thought it would be, after I previously announced that I would take a break from it five weeks ago, when my exams began. My exams ended two weeks ago, and even then, I just felt uninspired to write anything much. I know in my heart that I do this to give others something to read. For me, I have friends to talk to, to express myself and my thoughts. I don't need a diary, but this is sort of like a diary. But writing, to me, is pointless, if it isn't for others to view. And that's precisely how you found these words.

I guess I felt that what I had to say, or what I could say, in the past two weeks, was not worth mentioning, and was not entertaining. But, tonight, I have a desperate, but composed, compulsion to type something in this white space (pale green on my blog) and publish it. Because I believe I've been delaying getting the ball rolling for this summer of blogging. I don't want to quit. I'm not a quitter.

So let me tell you about what's been going on lately.

I've been watching movies, the popular ones that everybody else has seen but I haven't. I've never watched Star Wars, I've never watched Terminator. I haven't even seen any James Bond films, and I'm going to England in the fall. I need to do this before university begins.

I've also been watching TV series. I've already seen all the episodes of my favorites - Lost, 24, Grey's Anatomy, Heroes, Survivor (these are only five titles, mind you)... but it's been a long time since I've started watching something new. And so I started watching Dexter, and I plan on watching Entourage and How I Met Your Mother, because other people love it and I haven't watched them yet. I also think an Alias and a Sex and the City marathon are much needed, as they are favorites that people are missing now, six, seven years later.

I've been reading, at the moment, The Selfish Gene, by Richard Dawkins. It's for my biological anthropology modules in university, and I've learned quite a bit about DNA and evolution so far (I'm on chapter 4). As for fiction, I'm reading Death at Intervals, by José Saramago, a fantastic Nobel Prize-winning Portugese writer if you haven't heard of him already.

On my list of things to read, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Analects, Through the Looking Glass, The Phantom of the Opera, Les Misérables, Crime and Punishment, Howard's End, The Origin of Species, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Beowulf, Moby Dick, The Awakening, and many more classics, are waiting for me. I need to read the Twilight saga, as well, because I just don't understand what the fuss is all about.

I also have more anthropology books to get through before I fly off to London. There's Barrett's Culture and Conduct, Edward T.Hall's Beyond Culture, The Silent Language, and the Dance of Life, and Steven Pinker's The Stuff of Thought.

There really isn't enough time in the universe. I would not say no to immortality, because if I lived forever, I could learn forever, I could experience new things forever. I love exposing myself to stuff, and I hope this part of my personality doesn't go away. My friends have told me that it can't go away, and even if I wanted to eradicate it because I might get too tired one day, I wouldn't be able to. It's inborn, it's innate, it's in me. For now, I don't have a problem with that - I love it.

Anyway, this has really made me think about how little time I actually have this summer to do all that I want to do. I'm going to have to stop here, but this is sufficiently long, right?

I've got a party to go to anyway. So, talk to you all later. I'll TRYYYY to stop by your blogs soon, really!

Toodle-loo!

(And in case you're wondering, or if you didn't catch it from what's written above, I'm very happy right now, in a calm and serene way. Summer is great.

Life is great.)

45 - Grumblegrumblegrumble

I'm getting a little bit sick and tired of feeling this way, being uninspired to write in my own blogs and uninterested in reading others. I bought this new toy yesterday, a Nintendo DS to all you who know what that is, it's cool, I can play my games, but I don't want to talk about it, not that I don't enjoy it, I just don't feel like sharing right now. Things are fine with my family, things are actually great with my mother and my aunts. I don't know why I feel so damn bored. I'm not having any problems with girls, I have no problems with guys, I have great friends and I talk to them so regularly, but damnit, I'm so bored, I'm so tired, I don't want to do anything, I'm not in the mood to do anything, I don't know what I want, I don't know what I need to motivate me to come back to life, to pull back the good ol' dramatic, overly expressive, hyperactive Michael. It's not a drink I need, it's not an outing with my friends, it's not spending a day with my family, it's not indulging myself with online poker, my Pokemon games, my books, my blogs or poetry, I don't need to immerse myself in friendly conversation, good food, magazines, Youtube, Neopets, news and politics or television. I just know it's not those things, but I don't know, I don't know what I want... I hate it when this happens because everything I love to surround myself with annoys the crap out of me, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I think I should go out for a while, find inspiration for my blogs, find something. I need winter to go away so I can go to the beach...