Double trouble

Should I really have two blogs? I suppose one (this one, cough cough) is more interesting that the other. I suppose posting daily in each would be good for me, or just ever so often in this one and daily in the other.

Since I have nothing else to say
Here is the current intro to my short story, "The Cure."

John Halloway lived a good life. Born in 2011, John was loved by his family, and quickly made friends. When he was old enough to go to school, John excelled in classes and graduated at the age of 20 with a degree in engineering. He went on to acquire a Master's, and then a Doctoral degree. John married a beautiful woman, Irene, and they proceeded to birth three gorgeous children. John advanced the fields of both engineering and physics before his sudden heart attack at nineteen seconds into 15:27, on July 12th, in the year 2053. John Halloway posthumously became the most famous person in recent history. John was the last human who ever died.

Rain

Rain is one of those things that you can rarely count on, here in Los Angeles. Forecasters will say there's an 80% chance. Three days later there is a drizzle. I think sometimes we take for granted the abundance and forget what made us so in the first place.

Table for one

Here I sit, table for one at Applebees. I wonder if people pity you for being a party of one. I'm not depressed or sad. I just want a classic clubhouse grille, and I want it now, when my friends are busy.
But everyone treats me with an extra dose of kindness.
Even if humanity is inherently evil and flawed, I think we inherit empathy and sympathy!

Trash on the way to west

We get things, we make things, we use things, and if we drop things it's a crime. I'm not endorsing litter, but at the same time it seems to me there is a self-imposed divide between us and the rest of the world, where anything seemingly 'unnatural' is unwelcome. Cellphone towers are made to look like trees, electric boxes are painted green to blend in... the biggest divide appears to be in our minds.

I'm bad at titles...

Ah! I haven't posted in like a week! or something like that, I don't really know how long it's been. It feels like a week. Gosh, I hope it hasn't been more than a week...

I can't understand how people get themselves to blog every day. I like consistency and all, but unless someone forces me to write or be productive, it is hard for me to be. I enjoy writing. I enjoy being productive. It's just this block I have in place, where I cannot allow myself to only work. Sometimes I go days or weeks, and I am productive the entire time. Those are usually the best days I have.

But I always suddenly hit this moment. Usually it's at night.  And when I say 'suddenly', it's not just so I can add  a fun word. It is always sudden. One second, I'm happy as can be, I love life, I love my girlfriend, I love my family, school, whatever, everything.
I realize, nothing really matters. All my productivity and work really amounts to nothing. In the end, everybody dies. I always come to the conclusion that if there isn't a God, everything is meaningless. But if there is a God, the only things that really matter are people. Because they are all we keep with us after we die, if we keep anything at all.
So, after a couple stagnant days of working through how meaningless life feels, I want to read. I want to hang out with people and chill out and enjoy my life, since it is going to be pretty short anyways!
I don't think there is anything wrong with that. But that period where I don't do anything usually lasts a while, and I am not happy during it.

I hope I get out of these endless cycles. It's a funny thought, that one day there might not be a "tomorrow" for me. I think that's the only way to break out; to comprehend one's own mortality. Or, maybe immortality. I wonder.

Elusive Writing...

Oh writing, you are so elusive. Every time I think of you, I do something else instead. Maybe this is going to turn into an "every other day" blog, instead of a daily blog. Actually, then it would turn into twice a week, and so on and so forth...

Luckily, I don't have any readers. Actually, maybe that's unlucky, since readers might convince me to write more.
Sorry if you're reading this thinking, "well you have at least one reader..." I haven't forgotten about you reader/relative/friend/random stranger! It's just that you do not exist yet.

What to write about...
I'm not sure today.

I'm thinking about my grandma (because she's awesome), my girlfriend (I might drive to visit her tomorrow), my friend (he's making Iron Man 3), my game...

The end
For now.

Are blog post titles really necessary?

Finished shooting "Silence is Olden" last night! It is difficult to keep up with blogging daily. But that's kind of the point of the whole thing, is it not? I mean, whether I have 0 or 1,000,000 readers, I just need to write.
At least something. I mean, anything really does the job when it comes to writing.

I wonder how productive I will be this summer. Everyone is stressed out about paying college bills and car bills and all, so I need to find a job. Any job. It's really pretty depressing. Whenever I need money, I feel like there is a thought just beyond my reach, and if I could just think of it, I could solve the problem.

Oh well. There probably isn't any thought out there to solve my money problem, so I think the best solution is to forget about it and write.
So I think that's why I'm writing. There's lots of things that bug me and drive me crazy and scare me and so on. But at least if I write it's an outlet. And I can deal with stuff. This is probably one of those blog posts, where if I get famous people will read the first bit, get bored, and decide it doesn't really matter.
But I think it does. Because I think people are all pretty much the same.


Anyways, I should stick to what my blog's theme is supposed to be, otherwise I won't be able to say my blog has a  theme.
Resonance! Nobody thinks I can make a game, but I'm going to freaking do it! Even if it's absolutely terrible, I have to do it.
So anyways, I think I'll try to come up with an intro to the plot. Actually, I just decided to change the plot and start at a different place. So let's try...

Fade from black. 

You wake up, looking at a cracked ceiling. All you can hear is your heart beating, and you can almost see the world around you without needing to look. You get off the floor, on which you were laying, and examine your surroundings.

There is a desk with a little book on it, a bed, and a door. Everything is covered in dust in this bleak little room. A room so bland, most people would go insane after a few days. You might try the door, which is jammed, take a nap on the bed, or pick up the little book. You might even simply kick the door open after a few tries, only to find a hallway with a few very similar doors to your own.

There's a start, I suppose.