Goodday Sunshine

You the know the terrible thing about living off campus?

Is the drive.

I'm always telling myself, "If it wasn't for the stressful drive through downtown, my life would be less stressful"

But the compromise would mean leaving my five--soon to be six *wink*--siblings for an entire semester. And of course I would miss my parents as well. I would have weekends to visit I suppose. But see, I'm currently living in Houston and by 2011 I hope to move to Austin to further a more focused attention in radio, television, and film production.

I should probably share how I got so interested in film especially at one point or another but the sad thing is I only have so very little time to write down these little blurbs in the morning.

I have found that I must wake up at least two hours before my class actually starts... Because it takes practically an hour to drive and I need at least one hour to wake myself up. It is extremely dangerous to wake up, throw your cloths on, not eat, not take a shower, and throw my books into a bag (hoping I got the right ones) and proceed to drive for 45-60 minutes in rush hour traffic.

Now, I refuse to get up and first thing pick up something to read or write. I normally am too confused or exhausted to even open my eye lids for one thing, but I would still like to remain as creative and active as possible for I really would rather go back to sleep. In all actuality, I have to find reasons to be awake especially so early.

And this is one major price I pay while choosing to live at home.

On the upside, I do get to stay and see a family that loves me on a daily basis.

Free food and lodge and laundry.

So it's good to mutch off. . . But that also requires me to help out more which shouldn't be an issue since I am getting service for water and electricity without paying a time. So taking any of this for granted is out of the question.

Taking my safety for granted when I go to sleep at night is out of the question too, but I'll further expound on that another time. It's very interesting the things I'm discovering about my American Government that I long to share. So, I'm looking forward to that. 

So in the morning, I HAVE to eat something (usually cereal and orange juice; though, that get's old).

I have made it a pressing issue to follow the weather everyday now but that can be somewhat depressing especially to find out it's going to rain all week, but at least I won't be surprised or unprepared.

Well, enough chitchat for now. It's 6:45 and that should give me enough time to get ready and run out the door. I guess it would be a good idea to already be dressed and my books in my bag. I'm so tired in the morning, though, I'm worried I'll put my legs through my shirt and my pants over my head...

Okay, maybe I wouldn't do that, but still. . .

I'll write what's in my journal later this evening. Later though I'm going to video a men's basketball game for instant replay purposes which I've never done so it's sure to be an adventure.

Here's to a good day! I hope indeed you have a good one yourself.

Talk to you later,

~Rob



"My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer."

Ringo Starr

So I couldn't sleep last night. . . Well actually I really didn't want to go to sleep but what's the difference?

I was called up stairs after writing my earlier post and not a day after mentioning them before, low and behold the last of the Beatles was on a night-time talk show. None other then Ringo Starr!

I honestly don't know too much about him but what little time I had to meet his acquaintance through the telie I will never forget.

Thank you Insomnia, you've done it for me again. . .

Haha... That's a joke. Being a college student it's not really a wise thing at all to stay up till three o'clock in the morning and not expect to be exhausted the following day. It's been proven to me that it really doesn't matter when your first class is. If you don't go to bed on a regular schedule and then you sleep in until it's absolutely time to leave... Without a doubt, you're going to be exhausted, confused, and disoriented the entire day. I don't recommend it and I trust it won't be something I'd like to try ever again. Studies have shown that it takes at least an hour for your mind and body to actually wake up. So for now on, I tend to wake up an hour before it's actually time to go. Which means two hours before class actually starts since it takes 45 minutes to drive to school... *long tired sigh*

I did stay up and watch some really cool animated films on Netflix though. I really enjoyed this one called "Memories" and if you never seen anime and you might be interested in checking something out, I'd definitely recommend this one. It's really three different Anime's in one. It's a trilogy yet each episode doesn't really have anything to do with each other. It's really just a collection of some very well done and I must say intriguing short films all traditionally hand drawn with a little computer aid here and there. The series does give almost everything you could expect in a Japanese animation from it's horror to it's humor, from it's abstract creation to the most basic yet incredible adventures taking mundane and making it marvelous.

Check it out on IMDB:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113799/

So that was my little inspiration trip as it were... Yet it wasn't a very wise thing to stay up so late to watch it. Yet I'm still glad I did.

Wednesday, Jan. 13, 2010 I wrote:

I didn't finally go to bed until 3. . . I have this thing about staying up late and watching Japanese Anime. I find it a very fantastic genre as it continues to prove that the limits to what animation can accomplish are truly next to nothing if not nonexistent.

This revelation of mine to write often was reinforced with an Ironclad plaiting this morning in my writing class. Learning officially (again) that to write well, I must write often and a good writer writes all the time.

And I quote BF Skinner:

"No day without a line"

Time for Class!


"My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer."

Waking up with Discovery and the Frost

I obviously have a lot to say today. . . I guess this whole writing and reading business really has me excited.

-The Frost

This morning I seemed quite optimistic; optimistic to wake up, optimistic to start the day right, optimistic to write about it.

Other then a little lack of sleep, I felt I had the energy and gusto I needed to conquer an army, speaking of which, I started to listen/read to "The Art of War" a very interesting read (or manual I should say) on war fare. I find it a very intriguing listen on audio and plan on reading it for myself shortly. It is a wonderful way to pass time between drives back and fort from school.

I attend a private University where I am currently studying mass communications and journalism hence why I love writing so much and why I look so much forward to telling stories I hope to create this semester. By serious inspiration, I know I'll be struck with something soon. At least I hope it will be soon because I only have 17 weeks left to produce a final film project for a production course I'm taking this semester. I'll elaborate a little bit more about the school another time.

This morning I said I was very optimistic... This didn't change, however, to some surprise yet with little disappointment, this optimism of mine was soon challenged by the very forces of nature themselves.

Gosh darn it... I can't believe sometimes how much more I type out here that I seem to be leaving out in my journal. You see, I keep a written record of everything I do and think about through out the day now and reiterate anything I found interesting here... Yet, it's almost 10 times better when I redo it! You would think this would make me happy, yet alas, I only wish I would take some more time to think about things... But now that I think of it, I think this is how it is supposed to work. I much rather type anyway but I really want something more concrete. Oh well, where was I?

Oh yes! The Frost!

To my surprise, it was a chilly 30 degrees this morning and my windows were covered in a thin yet solid layer of frost. I expected a warm and welcoming day. Instead I got frosted windows and Houston traffic. On top of that, I was late to my first Old Testament Survey course. The professor was very understanding it being my first day.

It normally is not cold enough in Texas for such an alien thing to occur yet it still happened to my ungrateful surprise. I was fortunate that my brother (who is 2 years younger then I) recently was given our legally blind aunt's car for Christmas. She is all the way from northern Missouri and kept an ice scraper near in the passenger side pocket.

Chipping away the ice was simple enough then and because of this event I hope to pay a little more attention to the weather channel--rain or shine.

Jan. 12, 2010 I wrote:

Story Idea:

~The Ironclad Fist

Story about the rise of Ironclad ships vs. the wooden boats of it's previous era.

So while in History today, I had an idea for a story about Ironclad war ships going up against enormous forces consisting of archaic weaponry (especially boats made of wood.)

Ironclad ships have always been a small interest of mine since they are uniquely built and rarely seen or heard of today. I am also a sucker for what is called "Steampunk" which I am sure I will further explain in detail at one point or another. Just wanted to jot this all down before i Naturally forget...

Here Comes the Sun

So today I expect bright and beautiful things to reveal themselves... Although, I fear that Tuesdays and Thursdays I shall comes to dread for reasons I shall explain in a later post.

There's a lot that's happened since I've been back that could use some explaining, but if I wish to write at least everyday, I will have very little time to do it... So at least 30 minutes to write in the journal and 10 to write it up on here.

There's one particular song I love to wake up to in the morning and with the advent of the Apple Ipod I am able to finally do this... Of course, the wonderful contraption had to die in the middle of the night but to my misfortune as was at least wise enough to set the alarm on my cell phone as well. (this has happened to me before).

So for my own benefit and the benefit of the reader--whoever you are--I have posted the song to this blog in the hopes of rising with a little be more flutter in the soaring progression to a good day.

This morning, Jan. 12th, 2010 I wrote:

Morning time. There is something about getting up with or before the sunrise that has it's benefits and as I would like to quote Ben Franklin "Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise."Now such a saying is so true yet so difficult for a night-owl such as myself. I wonder if such a world could exist? A place where all normal day functions such as work and even school are performed? Of course I know there are plenty of jobs out there that take place in the night and I know of night school but I am suggesting entire societies gathering in the night just as many would durring the day. There is something about darkness to me that contains it's own magical element. Alas, for at least the beginning of this year, I will have little choice as to rise and emerge with the rest of the early birds. Over time, I suspect it will get easier and perhaps more satisfactory to be getting up so early. I do have a beautiful sunrise to look forward to. :)

Here comes the sun,

And I say it's all right.

Little Darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter.

Little Darling, it seems like years since it's been here.

Here comes the sun,

And I say it's all right.

Little darling

The smiles returning to the faces

Little darling

It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's alright

Little darling

I see the ice is slowly melting

Little darling

It seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and i say,

It's alright

To New Found Memories

Hello you,

Remember me? Well, I could never forget your beloved face. It is your face that reminds me of all the faces of my friends, family, and moments that have taken my breath away. It is through your eyes that I am able to witness things from another perspective, it is through your ears that I can hear myself think, and it is your lips that communicate my ideas to the rest the universe.

Why is that important to me? Well, because you are my friend and I love you.

It's been a long time I know... I guess I just got caught up with things, rather, I became apathetic and worrisome that maybe you would rather not hear from me again. On the contrary, I know now how much you've missed me as I have also missed you.

Let's keep in touch--this time I don't think it will be so hard--as I've decided to write to you daily.

It is to you, dear friend, that I wish to share every precious moment as possible and it is by you I hope you will find enough interest to share with whomever makes their way around your graceful presence.

I shall also keep you in a written form... Although there I will keep even deeper thoughts locked in the depths of my mind,however, if ever there be some substantial or provoking thought I'd long for you to share, sure enough I will place it here where others may find it.

Today, Jan 11th 2010 I wrote:

So I've decided to start keeping a journal. Why? Well, I have quite the forgetful memory and, as of late, I have been interested in expanding my mind. I want to better recall the events in my life so that when another asks, "How was your week?" Or even "How is life?" for that matter, I'd be better prepared to answer with a few words at least rather then a typical and utterly bland and blank stare. It is rather embarrassing to be in such a situation and I believe by at least writing daily, I can try to redeem myself.

So. . . Here is to a new year and new found memories in the year 2010 or "Twenty-Ten" as some are calling it