Nighttime Writer

To start out with, I’m starting to wonder if this still counts as a blog if I’m only on my third post in what must be about a year (I’m not actually sure how long I’ve had this up, but I’m too lazy to open another tab to check).  I’m not sure if this disclaimer is supposed to console my legion of fans (all of 10, and yet I still religiously check google analytics to see if it’s gone up) or if it just makes me feel better to think that I acknowledge this every time I post.  Hopefully once I get to five i’ll have this down to a regular 3 month interval.

This post centers around my inability to do any good writing at a time normally associated with sunshine.  Since high school I have found myself as having the ability to only write semi-decent work under the cover of darkness.  Combined with my amazing procrastination skills I am practically the Batman of writing essays, stalking down quotes as they try to rob people in alleyways (okay that metaphor broke down but I am thinking about Batman all of the sudden).

The problems that arise out of this is that somehow I have let this continue on both through college and into my graduate program.  I feel as though I have found some major loophole in the educational system.  Everyone always says “The further you go in education the less amount of time you can spend goofing off”.  Apparently this does not apply to my ability to squeeze all of that work into the wee hours of the morning leading up to due dates.

What is even worse is that since I have found that I can still get good grades while writing at 4 am, I have let this spread to every other project that I do.  Diorama of a dinosaur fighting Captain America in the Wild West? - sounds like a job for 3 am!  Wrapping presents for orphaned jellyfish? - well why wouldn’t I give them my very best twilight hours work?  My life has become completely centered around the idea that I am completely useless until the world outside is dark.

After having written all of this I started looking for pictures that would go well with this post.  Of course my first thought was to find a picture of Batman that I could link to…but it seems as if they are all linked to another blog and the last thing I need is someone changes out pics to something awkward….

So to the whole 7ish people that have ever looked at this blog, I hope you decided to come back to see the newest post!  We’ll see when I get around to updating again.  I think I need to add in some awesome, pictures first…

1 year ago  /  Notes

Horrible Cooking and Late Night Movies

I made a ridiculous attempt at cooking for myself last night, and made yet another discovery in the “Why Drew shouldn’t live alone” category.  I am horrible when I cook alone.  When I am working with the fiance, things tend to turn out much better.  I think that this is somehow connected to my very limited cooking abilities.  If it needs to be chopped up into tiny pieces or involves some sort of stirring, then man I will just rock.  However it seems like the instant heat becomes involved I devolve into a mess of ineptitude. 

Case in point comes with my “attempt” at frying fish last night.  Like I said before, heat is not my thing.  But as it turns out, when you add hot oil to the mix, I am just asking to set something on fire.  I burned literally everything that came in contact with that pan.  At one point I was pretty sure that the pan I was using was going to catch on fire, and this is after I had already turned off the burner on the stove.

After this mess of a journey, I somehow managed to put together a plate consisting of items that may have at one time resembled something edible.  I was pretty sure that I wasn’t going to be getting any diseases (although I was eating a healthy chunk of charcoal), but that was about the nicest thing that I could think.  But when you cook for yourself, on some level you feel obligated to at least try it and see how disastrous it really was.  I was forced to guzzle some soda after finishing just to see if mass quantities of sugar would somehow make my tastebuds forget the awfulness that I had just put them through.

I think I’m going to stick with pasta.

After this mess, it was already after midnight.  (Yes, it took me almost 5 hours to make a meal…).  Now most normal people would admit defeat and fall into bed.  I on the other hand decided that was was time to eat some pretzel M&M’s and settle into a nice movie.  Recently I decided I was not wasting enough money on monthly subscription fees and signed up for Netflix.  This is quite possibly the worst idea that I have ever had.  At least with a site like Hulu I have some barriers to constant viewing, such as awkward sitting positions and incessant commercials.  However with the instant streaming Netflix I am now able to fully meld with the couch and let my Wii take me on a journey through the biggest time waste in the world.

So once again I found myself searching for a movie to take up even more time that I should have spent sleeping.  I finally settled on Food, Inc., one of those movies that looks at where your food comes from and all of machinery of how it is processed.  Why I thought this would be a good idea now is beyond me.

The point of the movie was to prove to me that all of the food I know and love is horrible, feces filled crap that is killing me with every bite.  It is utterly horrifying.  I like to think of myself as a fairly knowledgeable person.  I try to stay as informed as possible, and have read books such as The Omnivore’s Dilemma, so most of it was not completely new to me.  However the combination of seeing these things in video and the 2am viewing time scared the living daylights out of me.  At one point I remember having the distinct urge to scream and throw my soda as hard as I could out of the window.  I ran to the kitchen and got the biggest glass of water I could, as if by flushing as much water through my system as possible would make up for all of the horrible food I had eaten.  Ultimately I ended up curled in a ball on the couch making promises to the world that never again would I let myself indulge in the concentrated evil that is the supermarket.

Now it’s the next morning, and I can feel my will slowly draining away.  Maybe I just need to scare myself every night to keep this up.

1 year ago  /  Notes

First time I’ve seen someone sleeping on the floor of the music building hallway. How is that comfortable?

2 years ago  /  Notes

Lame sleepless nights when I’m not even thinking about anything interesting. Oh well. #excusetoplayvideogames

2 years ago  /  Notes