The Pit

Welp, another month of not writing much. Seems like a loss, but then again, I was able to experiment a little with some focused graphic design, so I hope to showcase that in the coming projects. Also, I opened up a new blog, The Agoge, on this account; probably will use that one for all the hard lessons I experienced myself for people to hopefully learn from my mistakes, if not only to have a good laugh.

More good news; the journal function came back to songmeanings.com, which means I can now write some more BS over there.

Friday the 13th; typically considered a day of misfortune for most. I find that my luck takes an upward swing most of the time. I’m not SUPER superstitious or anything, but I do believe in omens when I see one. However, this weekend, being Father’s Day weekend, is looking a bit too impacted for my tastes.

I’m still trying to get back into writing; hopefully for money some day, but even just for my own sanity. That’s on short supply these days, especially now with the riots going on in LA. I heard they’re now reaching over to Paramount and San Pedro, not that I have any business there these days. I’m thinking of scouting out new study cafes in orange country, but I don’t even know if I’d be safely removed from the riots to venture out there. The best bet is to just stay home, but it sucks when it’s summer already, and bullshit like that is limiting your options.

Whatever. With any luck, these rioters will be removed swiftly now that the Marines are deployed to that area. Now even more, don’t go to LA, unless you wanna get swept up by the might of the Marine Corps. I heard the unit they deployed were 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines, who are known for heavy aggression, often times spoiling for a fight. Knowing how Marines are, yeah, I’m not going anywhere near LA.

We can never forget D-Day, even all these decades later. The longest day, according to those who experienced the horrors of that day, that event. And yet, there are plenty that do forget about those that did sacrifice for them. Who would have thought that all that bravery and toughness our ancestors developed would go towards preserving a future for a bunch of ungrateful millennials and their “ilk”, who can’t even work a desk job because it’s too traumatizing for them? It’s almost comical…. if it wasn’t an endemic trait shared by this generation of Americans.

Can't sleep. Too much on my mind. I tried staying away from my computer, but I figured that I might as well get some shit done. One of those items was to find a new journal I can write my thoughts out, maybe get back into my writing mode. I've been meaning to get one established for a while now, but I just found tumblr, remembering it was still a thing. I figured I might as well give it a shot. Just waiting on the proper day, the proper time.

Today was as good as any, considering it is the anniversary of when I saw Van Halen perform live, at the Staples Center (when it was still THE Staples Center). That was already 13 years ago. God, I have so many memories. I wish I could say that they meant something to others, but these days.... I'm just unsure.