Out of my Mind

I wonder if all this texting, tumblring, message boarding and iming is making me more or less social.

Probally less, since nobody really reads my stuff.

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Inside the McCain war room:

“Gee, since Obama didn’t pick Clinton as veep, maybe if i pick a woman as My VP, I can steal some of her supporters away. Never mind the fact that most Dems would never support my recycled bush policies, or that almost no one outside of Alaska has ever heard of Gov. Palin.”

Nice try senator, but it’s not going to work.

I walked into work this morning to find out that my boss gave me more hours this week. It seems that two of our cooks are on vacation, and they needed someone to fill in the gaps in the schedule. This was good news, but was somewhat soured by the knowledge that after this week is over, i’ll be back down to two days a week. The extra hours came at a good time, because I have to pay my tuitition for school. I’m going to talk to my kitchen manager tomorrow and hopefully I can pick up some night shifts or something so I won’t be working just 12 hours a week.

Can someone out there build me a time machine so I can travel two years ahead and already have my degree?

In other news, i’ve started outlining a novel, and I may start looking for an agent soon. My graphic novel inches closer to publication. I hope to attend the baltimore comic convention in late sept. to shop the comic to some publishers. If i get my shit together and stop being so goddamn lazy and depressed, I may be able to put myself through school through my budding writing career.

A brand spanking new blog and nothing to write about. Why does this always happen to me. I suck as a blogger. I don’t lead a very interesting life, but i don’t think that’s the problem. Decent writers can make the most mundane moments in life sound interesting. I just don’t think that i’m that good, not that witty or talented as a writer. That’s why i’ve focused on becoming a journalist. And yet, i still feel that a novel is lurking somewhere in my brain.

I just finished reading “Jack Kerouac’s American Journey” by Paul Maher Jr. It was a good read. a wonderful “behind the scenes” look at the man behind “On the road”, but it really made me long to create a road novel of my own. I don’t feel capable right now since i’ve never been much of anywhere. My girlfriend and i have discussed the possiblility of a road trip next summer. While thinking of my possible road novel, an old pink floyd lyric popped into my head. “we’re just two lost souls living in a fish bowl, year after year” I’m not sure what it means yet.

I’ve been feeling very inspired lately. I’ve realized that it’s up to me to make my dream of becoming a published writer come true. I’ve been working on a ongoing graphic novel with a friend of mine for some time now, and it seems that we may have a finished product sometime next year. I also have quite a few novel ideas rumbling around in my head. I think I’m going to use this tumblelog as a sort of sounding board for ideas and pieces of writing.  Maybe even using this site as a sort of online workshop where other writers and artists can share their stuff and we can help each other.

I’ve lived in philadelphia all my life, and I never went to visit the Edgar Allen Poe house on 7th & Spring garden street. Since it’s free, and i had nothing to do today, my girlfriend Claire and I went there. It was alot of fun and it made me feel closer to the man. I think my favorite part of the house was the dank, dark basement, which the tour guide said was the inspiration for “the Black Cat”. It seems that he also wrote “The Raven” while he lived in Philly. All in all, it was an interesting trip and i can’t wait to go again.