Remembering Sunday

9:03PM.  Sunday, August 29th, 2010.  


Sorry August, but you're dying to become September. 


Let's see what I did...

• Woke up and ate a 500 Calorie breakfast of eggs, toast and Orange juice (seriously, I don't think I'll pull through trying to consume 3,000+ calories a day, I mean I want to gain weight and all but that's a fucking absurd amount of food with the little amount of money I have.)

• Practiced playing the acoustic with a new song "Into Your Arms" by the Maine.  (It's funny because I pretty much gave up singing but I'll try doing it anyway; I attempt to stifle hating my own cracked voice whenever I do)

• Played some on the Electric. (I learned all the notes on the guitar manually!  I know all the A sharps and B flats and that kinda deal--it really wasn't that hard to learn and I feel rather stupid for not trying to learn them in the first place!!)

• Started finishing this 700 page book I've been reading "The Host" (It's amazing!  One of my favorite books of all time!)  (yea!)

• Worked out.  (I can bench a lot more now!  And I'm very happy to say...I'm starting to see results!  Though I haven't gained a damn pound; I'm not sure how the body works that way..)

• Ate lunch and read some more, then had a nap.
  

• Had dinner at Del Taco, came home and played more guitar.

An easy day.  Tomorrow I work from 2:30 to close---a full shift.  Woot.

I want that damn camera....though I'm scared to think I'm loving the dream more than I'd love the reality...

I guess that has always been my problem.  Fear of actually getting what I want.  Getting the opportunity.  Doing what I very much want to do.  Fear of ending anticipation and fear of the beginning; for that would certainly mean the end of some dreams.

But then again...that's a whole new world of dreams, isn't it?