I am in a current state of annoyance and disappointment. My sleep schedule has been quite irregular mainly due to me being a night owl and lately, the toothaches associated with my wisdom teeth. This has caused me to miss out on a few things I had been looking forward to.
Today I was supposed to attend the Los Angeles Auto Show - which I have missed the past 2 years btw. I was also supposed to cash in the deals at H20Plus, Pottery Barn, and The Container Store. I also wanted to hit the gym to do a bit of swimming. To top it off, I was to see "The Little Dog Laughed" at the Kirk Douglas Theatre in Culver City. A whirlwind day if you can imagine.
What I discovered is that I would miss over 80 percent of my plans when I woke up... at 5pm. It's true. I slept all day. Even with my one of my wisdom teeth (the rotted one) causing me dismay throughout my slumber. I was pissed at myself for allowing me to sleep all day and not having the discipline to get up at a set time to accomplished what I had planned for. This has been a dilemma of mine recently. I have no one to blame but myself.
At least I was able to get myself to the Kirk Douglas Theatre for "The Little Dog Laughed" with time to spare. I'm happy I am impoving my estimations for arrival times to shows as well as those social appearances with mates. I know that everytime I miss out on a experience due to my failed method that I have becomed so accosmted to, it just makes me want to work on changing it even more.
I hope that this will be the last, or at least one of the last, Whiplash blunders when it comes to following through with a plan. I'm tired of putting myself through this stress and self-badgering that I have endured over the 30 plus years of my life. It's time for a new chapter to begin.
This modernized journal belongs to the Los Angeles based, self proclaimed narcissist, & all around slag Whiplash Lopenski.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Gobble Gobble y'all
What's a better way to celebrate Thanksgiving than with a big helping of carnage?
Thank you Eli Roth.
Thank you Eli Roth.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
ResERECTION
I decided to discipline myself by sitting down to blow the dust off this blog of mine. It has been many months since I had successfully posted an entry. I can't use the excuse of being busy because there were times when I could have produced a word or two, but my heart just wasn't into it.
From the last time I blogged, I've dealt with moving from an apartment to a house, traveling, unreliable internet connections, a temperamental laptop, and a little bit of faithlessness in all things blog worthy (one part depression, three parts erratic sleeping schedule).
As of late, I have been suffering the wrath of impacted wisdom teeth. What a wise person would have done was to have them out years ago when the insurance was still a coverage option. Unfortunately, I don't consider myself that wise of a person when it comes to this certain situation. My insurance came to an abrupt end last winter thanks to my previous employer pulling the rug out from under my laid off ass. A big "thanks to you"... you measly corporate fucks. Regardless, that is all water under the bridge so now I am having to deal with the UCLA School Of Dentistry. For a small fee, of course.
I do have to admit the past couple of years have been great. After I got laid off from work back in San Diego, I decided to take a sabbatical and withdraw from all things associated with work. But now I find myself going stir crazy. I'm actually craving the pros of working - which are, in my opinion, things like the social interaction (if any), the feeling of responsibility, and the steady paycheck. Although, the steady paycheck part is not quite secure these days.
I don't regret not finding a job the minute I landed in Los Angeles, but looking back on that now, it would have been nice to have had some funds rolling in on a regular basis over the past year.
Regardless of all of that, life had been chugging along quite ferociously as I was spending my time between Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Diego, and Tucson. It had seemed that traveling had officially become my middle name. I felt like a nomad even tho I had a secure place I was calling home. And my home is finally Los Angeles.
From the last time I blogged, I've dealt with moving from an apartment to a house, traveling, unreliable internet connections, a temperamental laptop, and a little bit of faithlessness in all things blog worthy (one part depression, three parts erratic sleeping schedule).
As of late, I have been suffering the wrath of impacted wisdom teeth. What a wise person would have done was to have them out years ago when the insurance was still a coverage option. Unfortunately, I don't consider myself that wise of a person when it comes to this certain situation. My insurance came to an abrupt end last winter thanks to my previous employer pulling the rug out from under my laid off ass. A big "thanks to you"
I do have to admit the past couple of years have been great. After I got laid off from work back in San Diego, I decided to take a sabbatical and withdraw from all things associated with work. But now I find myself going stir crazy. I'm actually craving the pros of working - which are, in my opinion, things like the social interaction (if any), the feeling of responsibility, and the steady paycheck. Although, the steady paycheck part is not quite secure these days.
I don't regret not finding a job the minute I landed in Los Angeles, but looking back on that now, it would have been nice to have had some funds rolling in on a regular basis over the past year.
Regardless of all of that, life had been chugging along quite ferociously as I was spending my time between Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Diego, and Tucson. It had seemed that traveling had officially become my middle name. I felt like a nomad even tho I had a secure place I was calling home. And my home is finally Los Angeles.
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