Well, I have finally approached the typing surface and am finally writing a new blog. My need to blog in the past weeks left me and well, I have set up a routine in my new place, and somehow this is breaking my routine. I am a person who has set routines and stick to them but since moving to Houston, I feel the need to constantly be on my toes and switch things up. Instead of my Louisiana Mudd or Yankee coffee, I might grab some tea. Instead of being online all night I have begun actually watching tv and movies. I guess this is a way of breaking out of my routine.
So I am in my new apartment. I have been working long days swinging hammers and carrying boards that weigh as mugh as I do. Needless to say, I am packing a little muscle on this skinny frame of mine! I am happy working with my hands. I like to sweat, do man things, keeping my hands and fingers busy. When its over, I wash up and suddenly I am going out with my friends who are all law students or have been in oil for ten years. The greatest thing of it all, most of them have known me for 10 years and realize that office work drives me crazy. They don't judge me on it and actually push me to succeed while working with my hands.
So I am washed up, cooked myself a home cooked chicken, and plan to sit down and watch a movie. At one point in my life, when I had no roomates, I always felt the need to be around people. Now I have friends that call me up and I call them up, so I am okay with being alone. I don't feel the need to drink to pass the time either. Whew, I was a little worried when I moved into my own place about that.
So my fingers and hands have been kept busy all day. Before I become a lame braindead being on the couch watching a movie, I felt compelled to write. I'm not good at it and its not entertaining but people for some reason people come back to read more. I use run on sentences and too many commas, yet for whatever reasons they may be, thanks. Before I lay in my bed that I feel is excessive for me, being that despite my constant tossing and turning I use only a third of the bed at night, I will watch one of my favorite movies. The Lord of War. Sweeeeet.
What's the point of this blog you ask? I merely wanted busy fingers.
2 comments:
Just got done reading a novel about a serial killer-true story too. Anyways, he said the reasons as to why he picked the people he did to murder, was because they all had "routines". Since then, when I go for my walk/run in the morning, I change my route every time. Just something to think about. :P
Remember the Schuylkill River murders? They were done for the same reason. Those people had routines. I feel that women who jog or run, visit books stores or libraries, or any other routine thing I can think of... I just woke up.... and live alone should definitely change their routines.
On another note, I am trying to change mine to break up the monotany of living by myself and being single. You only can hang out with your friends so many times in a week so to keep from going crazy, you gotta switch things up and be spontaneous. Same goes for relationships and even sex. I know from experience that when you have set routines.... things need to be spiced up.
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