But I was thinking this morning; there are far too many hours of the day that I squander. Consequently, I pondered a Top 5 list of things I want to spend about two hours one day a week doing.
+ A martial art. baka has suggested Aikido, which sounds like a very good choice. I want something that's going to work in real life (especially despite being ganged up on) and that I can practice by myself (which means no judo).
+ Drumming. Another night of the week, I'd like to spend two hours teaching myself to drum. Real drumming, not dicking around with my sticks on my tv table.
The idea here is to establish a disciplined schedule. Are you following so far?
+ Driving. Not just driving around; I mean real driving. There have to be clubs somewhere where they let you drive around a closed course, upshifting and downshifting, hugging the turns tighter than you would your attractive redneck cousin. Then, on the weekend, I could spend my Saturdays (after cartoons) maintaining my machine.
+ Writing. I already do this, but I aim to be more like Mr. Bek and actually work on projects. Along with the drumming, I could do some songwriting, but I really need to get to the point where I am setting at least one thing, or one chapter of something, down a week. I have another story I want to post tonight, but then, I have a non-fiction (personal) story I want to post. I also wanted to write something about god (No, not my novella) in the machine; or rather, as the machine. Is he the initial condition, or the protocol? Anyway, these are just notes for me.
So I'm up to Friday night, or something, as far as the imaginary week goes. Hmm... what to do last?
+ Exploration. A cop out? I dunno. I need to find a #5, and the best way to do it would be to have a wild card night. One week, I will try some sculpture; another, I will paint. Maybe one week a month, I will play pool, or shoot hoops—do something—anything at which I seem to have a n@ural talent. But I seem to be talented at everything, so I will have plenty of time.
This list still leaves my weekends free for doing things like cleaning and laundry and fishing and hiking and reading and watching cartoons and working on my car. My most crucial problem seems to be my ties to this box and everyone in it; and a car. If I had you people here, I wouldn't need to spend so much time here.
I really just want someone I can come home to and say, "Hi. BLAH BLAH BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH blah..."
Without logging onto AIM.
And yes, I really am Type A. Well, Type C. But I'm A until I realize my own limits, and then I slack off. I'm a patient Type A. Like the whole waiting for a car thing. There's nothing I can do until I have enough money saved. But I have a lot of things I'm burning to do once I get it, as detailed above (I can drive to the shrink's office/aikido/etc?) I'm always burning to do stuff. It pains me when people think me a slacker. And when people think me unintelligent, I pain them. That's one of those zero tolerance things. It's all I have; my mind.
Oh, and my arms/abs. I have to remember to write an entry on body issues and my weight (back above one ninety, but dropping again), as inspired by that short span at Tamara's party when it was just me and the women, and they made me do things to demonstrate my power. =\