Back from Myschevia

Back from Myschevia, haven't slept all weekend, fogged out of my skull and deliriously typing in my blog. After sleeping in my brother's Four Runner for two nights in a mosquito infested forest, I finally caved in and headed home, but not until I'd danced my ass off, mixed a bunch of my new favorite tunes after the burn, and resolved some social tension issues, which always helps you leave a party feeling like you actually got something productive done: "I strengthened bonds with people I was having difficulties with... yay, now that will make up for not working for two days and spending a bunch of cash on gas to get down here."

Kekeke. I'm just bitter because I'm poor.

I really did come away from this weekend feeling that the totally hedonistic celebration, honoring the ancient spiritual tradition of lighting shit on fire and getting really fucked up around it, gave me the chance to set a lot of shit straight in my head and my life. I spent the drive back this afternoon jacked up on aderal and caffiene meditating on how to take my life apart and put it back together in a more efficient way, how to start studying more, improve my productivity in general, etc, and actually made a stop off at Walmart to pick up some school supplies for organizing with a trapper keeper.

Next step is decommisioning my living room as a TV watching room, and converting it into a study area. I don't need TV in my life right now, ever since I got the stupid thing in my house again (after 3 years without) I've caught myself watching more and more, and adding new recording subscriptions to the DVR every day. Sometimes I'll validate it by telling myself that it's good to watch shows about how various machines and processes function, or what kinds of neat new inventions are changing the face of agricultural development in the US.

So the TV goes out of the living room, maybe to a pawn shop. Next step, get a desk and work table, some filing cabinets and organizer bins, and build myself a PC since I can't seem to own a laptop for more than 6 months without completely trashing it. If I had the cash I'd get a Panasonic Toughbook, the REALLY REALLY tough model that they market to field archaeologists and construction workers.

Because I need to be spending money right now on gadgets. Brilliant plan.

I get frustrated sometimes by how many things I want to do at once. All of these projects dancing around in my head vie for primacy in my current grand scheme model, from organizing a badass theme camp for flipside to building a back deck add-on to my house, or looking at local lots for sale to find a good spot to build a green friendly eco-apartment complex, or learning to sew, or picking up another martial art... going on vacations to see friends in other states... writing a musical... it just goes on and on. I can never just pin one down and stick to it, and school is fucking me up royally with being able to focus on anything BUT school.

Which brings me back to fundamentals. Fixing my shitty study habits. I figure if I can effectively organize my study environment and processes I'll end up with less stress regarding school, because I'll have my shit together, and won't always be worrying about some paper I'm procrastinating until the week it's due.

That's the hope, anyway. Maybe I've had what counselors call a false-epiphany, and I'm rocketing toward what seems to me a brilliant attack on my lazy habits, but in actuality is just one more way to waste my time on some ridiculous minutia of my day-to-day.

Anyway-

Beep, the little black cat that I rescued from my backyard a year ago, has now been missing for four days. I think someone else is feeding him, because he was gone for two days before this, and then left after staying here one day, and has not yet return. Tomorrow I'll hit the pound up and flier my neighbors doors. I'm being naivé and optimistic right now, and traveling happily along on my assumption that he's fine and just misplaced. When I get him back we're going to have a nice car ride to the vet, and he's going to get fucking lowjacked.

Maybe I'll pee on him for good measure. Nobody will want to play with a smelly pee cat. Romulus (other cat, half bengal) has been moping about, desperately groping at any opportunity for physical attention. I think he misses his sparring partner. I really hope Beep's okay. I don't think I could handle losing him right now, especially after all the back and forth with Meredith about how we were going to share them post-breakup.

In other news, I have five modeling shifts this week, because one of the art teachers is a fellow burner, and he sent glowing reports and requests for further work with me to our modeling coordinator. Which rocks, because now I get to make more money AND model for a cool class with an instructor who knows what gift cultures and radical-self-reliance are. Plus, the music he plays is always on point.

I think I've dumped enough meaningless shit on here for today.

Bam.

-Sean