threeinchestall

No one really reads this blog anymore.
Maybe thats why I am posting here.

Umm. Lately.

Don't mistake my practical ways and keen wittiness as intellect. I always needs a definite purpose in what I do. I can be generous and have a great capacity for affection. I admire modesty and view overconfidence and conceitedness with disgust. I'm mostly even tempered, but provoke me and I'll explode into a ferocious anger and lose all self control, you've been warned.



I've come the the realization that I'm somewhat pragmatic with an appreciative eye for both monetary value as well as aesthetic beauty. My cautiousness saves me from making mistakes, but it also prevents me from taking advantage of valuable opportunities....Urggh.



Music and any form of art is a form of serenity. When judging something, you're more impressive when you can distinctly point out what makes something unique and good rather than what makes something a point of disinterest.

Appreciate diversity as much as you can. Travel the world and be accepting of things you see and experience, life will seem a lot shorter that way.



If you hate, hate with every intention of never forgiving. Stick with your gut feeling, it will get you farther than anything else on this planet.

I should be magnanimous and learn to reject resentfulness, but I choose not to. I refuse to slave to a routine or to become too set in my ways and immovably stubborn. It's far too much work.

This week could either be a disaster, or a success. We'll just have to wait and see.



It's 1:39am.

Goodnight.