Head Like A Hole
Recall the deeds as if they’re all someone else’s atrocious stories.
-“The Noose” by A Perfect Circle
There’s something poetic and reassuring about having a place to completely unload all the things in life - or even in a single day - that can bog you down and make you drag your feet. We all have things that weigh on us, however few or small, that can leave heavy footprints in our wake.
I suppose that’s the point of me having this blog. It’s a place to vent. Never mind that I’m actually quite horrible about maintaining these kinds of things. Perhaps it’ll prove to be an interesting challenge. It can either become my salvation or just another stress factor in my life. The outcome, I think, will depend on me and my actions.
I should note that I feel terribly awkward writing about myself (mostly to myself), so I’m entirely open to comments or anything like that. Makes me feel a little less narcissistic. I will also, at times, share stories about friends and their experiences. Usually because my day (life) has been uneventful. This, I think, will happen a lot.
Because this is my blog/journal/whathaveyou I will voice my opinions about people, society, politics (tch, yeah right), religion (when it’s worth it), and whatever else I feel the need to share. Not even so much the “need” as…the inclination.
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The following are things I feel are important to mention:
I am twenty years old and a college student (formerly at Ohio State University and currently at The Art Institute of Houston). I am a Photography major studying for my BFA. I have a devotion to the arts and an addiction to music of various kinds (except country). A little over a month ago I lived in Ohio, where I’m from, I now live in Texas (and it is fucking HOT). I’m kind of a grammar/spelling/literature nazi. I think I’m a little ADD when it comes to writing, or doing one thing at a time. I’m also dyscalculaic, which is basically dyslexia but with numbers (people always seem to think I’m joking when I say this. I’m not). I’m not sure why the previous fact was relevant.
I’m very protective and supportive of LGBT rights (don’t like it? Fuck off.). I’m also very protective of those I care about (or sometimes barely know, depends on the situation). I have a terrible habit of going off on tangents (usually in verbal conversation), makes telling stories kind of a pain. I have a mother and two older brothers (oldest is a Marine) who live in Ohio, I’ll probably mention them semi-often. I am also in a committed, [*complicated] long-term relationship; he’s in the Navy and currently stationed on the other side of the world (Japan). I’m currently living with said boyfriend’s family, who are awesome by the way.
I’m a pessimist, though most people can’t tell at first glance. I’m very prone to violence. I think I have Oppositional Defiant Disorder (I blame my mother). I swear I’m not medicated. I can be ridiculously stubborn. I like to push people/”the envelope”. I over analyze everything. I love Batman (yeah, I’m a little bit of a geek). I can be naive sometimes. I’m unfortunately less impulsive than I’d like to be. Rude people make me want to hurt them. I don’t like babies/bratty children. I can throw a tantrum with the best of ‘em. I can be a hypocrite, but at least I can admit it. I can be relentless.
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And at this point I think I’ve reached my capacity of talking about myself today. Maybe I’ll try it again tomorrow, who knows.
-CJ
