Yes, it’s nearing Christmas already and I decided that, as a Christmas gift to all those who were still loyal to my blog (Thank you for dealing with a page that has not changed in three weeks or more) I might as well attempt to blog at a normal pace again. I guess I’ve probably been inspired by a certain friend who’s blog is among the best I read, ranking among the many articles I read off Digg, Off The Record and Stereogum.
I will skip details of the past that was not documented and instead go into details of the recent-past, all of which sits around me on a cluttered bedroom desk I really should be cleaning, yet won’t. I have a stack of burnt CDs, Gotye’s Like Drawing Blood atop of them all, facing me down like the devil, telling me that their mere existence is wrong. To my right are a stack of plays yet to be properly read, an issue that needs to be rectified if I ever want to consider a decent UAI. I have scraps of paper with to-do and to-buy lists, all of which I doubt will be completed prior to the new year, mixed in with old copies of The Drum Media; their ageing, stapled spines reflective of the longetivity of some of the cover artists featured. Atop of them all is a five-day overdue copy of Miller’s Crossing, a Batman mask I received as a birthday present, and my own bit of 2007 nostalgia: my workbook from NSW State Drama Camp.
The last few days have opened my eyes to the best and worst of some people that are close to me, even if the events concerned did not affect me directly. Should I care? Should I value what is good about the people I know? How much harder can it get to do so? Should I just leave these questions unanswered? Why so serious? Either way, I can’t blame this, exams, turning a year older or anything else but myself for the fault of leaving this place to rot.
Unfortunantely it isn’t just this that has been left on the ground. I have a stack of comic books – collectively rivalling the size of my mother’s copy of the Holy Bible – to be read, a bunch of movies to be watched, three articles to write from an e-zine, $300 of a camera yet to be paid off, and worst of all, homework to get done that backtracks to October. Practically the only thing that hasn’t been neglected is my last.fm account, constantly fed till bloated with my selection of stereotypically-indie-rock-and-pop. It’s these unfortunant times where procrastination has become key to both my sanity and insanity, creating a revolving door of issues that wont be stopped until I face the devil within.
