Ah, the beauty of being a U.S.American. July 4th is a spectacular holiday, one so huge and intense, everybody takes the 5th off to recuperate. At least, that's what happened this year.
It was during this time of rejuvenation that I realized how much of my life has been put on the back-burner for the past few months, to make way for the grueling regimen of writing. Like what, you ask? Like:
- Sports: Unbeknownst to me, my favorite Baseball team, the Texas Rangers, are #1 in their division, #4 in the American League. Of course, there's still a lot of baseball left to play, but still. Also, I haven't kept tabs on NFL news, partially because last year was so disappointing, and partially because I just haven't had the time.
- Comic Books: So, Superman is walking around now. And Batman has already been a caveman and a puritan. These are HUGE happenings, and I was so far out of the loop, it took me twittering about Wonder Woman's new costume to even hear any tremors of these earth-shattering events.
- School: Apparently some news finally broke from last year and I was placed on the Dean's list. W00t, w00t. J
- Music: The last time a attempted any writing/recording was for a school project in April. Yeah, that's right. April. It struck me yesterday that what might have been a cutting edge sound I was writing six months ago is becoming commonplace now. SIGH Oh well.
The greatest thing about this weekend was watching fireworks with my four year old. I've never seen anyone as excited, thrilled, or ecstatic as she was. In fact, her reaction has officially become the benchmark definition of those terms. Watch me never say I'm excited about lunch again.
Well, there it is. What a wonderful weekend. Now, back to the grindstone.