Let's get down to business

I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?


Lack of focus.

I have this problem.

The desire to write things and use words effectively and entertain people. I have no idea why I have this desire at all, but its there. Not because I've never done it, there are millions of things I've never done that don't strive to be the Chuck Norris¹ at. This is not one of them.

In fact, one of many careers I've wanted to pursue was that of the novelist.

I don't know why I've failed to realize that if I don't have the dedication to spend three hours on one book (much less keep coming back to continue for multiple days) I may not have the dedication required to spend three(frikkin)years writing one.


I have, written on the wall next to my bed, a short list of goals I wished to accomplish this summer. I haven't begun any of them.¹


I desperately need to write a resume so I can get called back when I put in Job applications.


I've neglected drawing. I must return to it.


The Fall has always sort of symbolized, to me, one of my absolute favorite concepts, the cleaning of slates and starting fresh with nothing attached.³ This is what I want to do. This is the perfect time to accomplish goals. Two weeks from now.⁴

I need to get 12 straight hours of sleep, shave my head, clean my room, buy some school/art supplies and get started. It's time to become a newborn child that's never seen anything before, greeting the world with nothing but the purest curiosity and amazement. I think that's what this year is for, come to think of it.

2008 was like a culmination of everything I've learned previously and practical application of long-held theories, a conclusion of sorts, and 2009 has been the stripping down of old stuff. With all the people and things being lost/dying like leaves from a tree. As if God is using metaphors.

I'm going to make it my goal to write something every week
and because in order to write well, one must read, I will read at least one book a month (or at least start one per month)
I will learn how to juggle
I will learn to do a hand stand
I will learn magic tricks
And sculpting

I'll resume drawing,
Return to painting,
get a job,
replace my broken crap,
and learn some politics.⁵

After 21 experience points, it's time to graduate to a level 2 Marlon.
let's do some crapp!


-Hell Yeah!

I'm 99.6% sure my mom has ADD I hear that stuff is genetic.

1.I don't actually like Chuck Norris.
2.My mind has a habit of jumping from subject to disjointed subject, I'm just hoping they'll all connect at the end.
3.I don't even know how to describe how beautiful I think a blank sheet of paper or the smell of brand new, freshly sharpened pencil is.
4.Also, my absolute favorite time is "later".
5. Without becoming a cynical bastard.


...also I need to attract some readers. That'll be some motivation...