"...'cause this is my therapy..."

In order to not leave you guys in the dark, might I point out that I have added a small portion of Salad Bugs to this blog, and intend to finish moving the rest of it here too.

Of course, there is a slight problem with that because I haven't really finished my short story over there.
---Which means that my non-finished short story may remain non-finished for the remainder of eternity.

Or not. =P

Hey, There's a Bug in My Salad!

Since I plan to squish my other blog (www.saladbugs.blogspot.com) into this one, I figure I might as well get a head start now.

Excuse me whilst I vent out the pent up abstract jigsaw pieces that lurk in my head.
(I really need a drain, because pouring out my brain's by-products through my fingers and into my blog posts must be really tedious for you dear readers.)

Busy Is As Busy Does

I've been busy.

Musically speaking, that is. And in addition to that, my head is swelling (the the figure-of-speech sort of way, not the I-just-walloped-my-head-on-that-scaffolding-over-there sort of way) And all of this is due to THIS:

Can This Be the 'Test' to My 'Imony'?

The more people the better.
---Or so I say when it comes to public speaking. If there's one thing that I can hardly pull through, it's doing a carefully planed, plotted and pictured speech in front of the few and familiar. Last year in English class I had to read (or rather, memorize and say aloud) a few paragraphs that I wrote in front of a class of seven.

Very. Very. Difficult.

Not that I do bad (in fact, quite the opposite), it's just that I feel more comfortable standing, and ultimately speaking, in front of a large crowd of less-than-personally-known acquaintances.

Besides, I have this strange inkling to the fact that the more people there are (attempting) to sit quietly and listen, the more they distract each other. Thus, spotlight dims a bit.

Patience Perfect

Once upon a time, I did a project for English class. This particular assignment was to write a paragraph personifying a character quality.

I drew "patience" out of the bag.

Pilgrim Is Lagging

I really dislike feeling overwhelmed.

I love to direct movies, I love to edit them. I love to be the screenwriter, I love to be the filmography, and I love to be the set coordinator. I just love to be in charge. But the bigger the cast, the bigger the crew, the bigger the props, sets, and locations, the more hectic everything gets. The more I bite, the more I chew. And ultimately, the more I swallow.

I just hope I don't choke.

Shouldn't Hello Have a 'W' at The End?

Goodness gracious me. I feel exactly like a person who's priorities are out of place. For the last I-don't-know-how-many-hours, I've been wrestling with my computer screen to try to get it to show what I want it to show. I've been messing with more blog stuff, and bothering about more layouts, posts, and configuration than anyone cares about. And I feel likes it's been taking it's toll on me.

Anyone care to pass the plate of productivity my way?