And there you have it. The dreaded writer's block. i have absolutely nothing to say. The horror.
Ironically, when I get a writer's block, that's usually when I'm most creative because I tend to think of new things to write. First, though, I need to answer a question that many of the readers must have asked themselves.. "does this guy have a life?"
I'm a Petroleum engineer, of Junior status, and I'm using my day off to write this. You think i have a life? Of course, I'm going out in a few hours to watch the new Harry Potter movie, but I still insist that my career choice has all but ended my social life. So its more of a grey area, really..
The weird thing about me is that sometimes I get into these really thoughtful moods and I drop whatever it is I'm doing and drift off, thinking. It's true, sometimes I'm studying, watching TV, heck sometimes I'm hanging out with friends, when I drift off and my eyes go out of focus. I'm not a prodigy, I'm not thinking up solutions for world hunger or trying to find out exactly what purpose a thong serves (what is the POINT?! It drives me crazy). I just like to think a lot. It's actually one of my favorite hobbies, like sometimes I can turn off my laptop, turn off the light in my room, close the door, lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling, lost in weird fantasies at times, at others glorious battles, and of course I'm always the hero in all of these fantasies. For example, think of JD in scrubs. It's like that, only my fantasies aren't always funny. It kind of depends what kind of music I have playing on my iPod at the time.
How do I get to manage my alone time, my free time, my going out time, my gym time (doesn't exist) and my studying time is anyone's guess, but I get a lot of time to think on the way to and back from college. Once, I was so free that I calculated the time I will have spent on all the trips to and from university by the time I graduate. Turns out I will have spent 2 months (Without a calculator. I was so proud of myself). Is that not time enough to think?
But regardless, I think I can relate to JD in so many things... For one thing, my fantasies are stupid. I'm a rock/hard rock/soft metal kinda person, so this limits my fantasies somewhat. Here's a list of how it goes:
Metal: I'm a battle commander on the front lines and I get separated from my battalion. I'm in this trench on my own, and suddenly this random tank comes up and tries to run me over. Of course, in my head it keeps running me over an average of ten times before I have to imagine an air strike that takes out the tank, or a very well placed bullet that i fired that somehow went through the tank's barrel and ricocheted inside, killing the tank driver and causing him to bump the "self-destruct button". The tank blows up and I win the war, alone and glorious. Of course, sometimes I just realize that u cannot destroy a tank with a well placed shot even if u were today's robin hood, and I just imagine the tank away and think of something more manageable, like maybe a truck-load of soldiers. Nah, that's way too easy. A truck load of battle-hardened bear cavalry? Bingo. I'll just take them out with one grenade. And I still win the war, alone and victorious.
Hard Rock: I'm Surfing somewhere off the coast of Antarctica. Of course, in my fantasy I'm awesomely well-built (even more awesome than usual, that is), I'm wearing swim trunks and I don't even feel the cold. Suddenly, this monstrous wave threatens to crush me. Using my amazing all-terrain boots that even allow me to breathe in outer space and under water (James Bond had given them to me as a thank-you token when I'd saved his life two days back), I get on top of the wave and I don't die a painful, cold death. However, a blue whale chooses that instant to surface, and I get swallowed. Then there's huge splash, and when it settles i emerge again, riding the whale, without even a saddle, and taking him all the way back home for a light dinner.
OR
I'm rocking hard on stage with my band. Although I'm a rhythm guitarist, somehow in the fantasyI play solos so wicked that Slash, who's just a common fan in the crowds, faints from sheer awesomeness, and Carlos Santana asks me to sign his guitar. Halfway through the song, I smash my guitar to a zillion pieces, then decide to take over the drums. Then the bass. And the vocals. By the end of the song, I'm doing everything and everybody decides to dump truck-loads of cash on my head while I'm still rocking on stage. (No offence to any of my actual band members.. I'm just that awesome.)
Rock Or Sissy rock: Some sissy called Vandamme picks on my girlfriend. Enough said. He's worm food.
Ofc, sometimes I listen to other stuff. Here's a list of that too:
Rap: I'm the new hot white rapper on the streets, after I'd beat Eminem in a rap freestyle and he never recovered from it. I issue this official decree that all gangstas now have to speak normal English and shoot like normal people, without holding the gun sideways and wasting 12 clips to land one good shot. At the end of the song I get shot by some jealous old-school rapper, and the whole world remembers me as the white Tupac Shakur.
House/trance/techno: Just a quick note, I HATE those. Every now and then though, i feel the urge to hear the same tone repeated over and over and over and over and hear just that one word that they bothered to write to convince you that the song has words in it. Anyway, I just usually imagine being somewhere with a beach, with all the hot chicks gathering around me after I've saved James Bond from drowning.. I'm getting sick of saving that guy. (Of course, thats not a fantasy. It happens every time I go to a beach. True Story. James Bond is a wuss)
Depressed songs/blues: That happens to all guys, I'll bet. We just keep thinking of past relationships. Of course, in our heads we've made no mistakes whatsoever, we've been great, we've been everything any girl's ever dreamed of, but then she stabs us in the back. Literally. I stumble and fall over with the knife in my back, and then she realizes what she did. she cries her eyes out and then commits suicide, but then it turns out that I faked my death, stand up, look down at her and yell: "JK, LOLZ. YOU'RE DEAD, BIATCH!!!1111!1"
And she deserved it.
Happy/upbeat songs: I'm the head of a HUGE corporation, and I've got tons of cash. So much cash that I smoke cash, because I'm not in the mood to take the elevator down 180 floors to get my golden cigarettes from my locker. Ironically, I hate smoking.
These are just samples I thought of on the spot right now, having nothing better to do than to waste your time. My head has NOTHING better to do than to think up weird scenarios likes those. Bottom line is, thinking's fun. Try it. Statistics that I've just made up have shown that it's very psychologically healthy to think. Sometimes the fantasies are so much fun that I HATE it when someone talks to me. There's always this annoying person on the bus who decides to ruin my fantasies by talking about stuff I don't care about. In my immediate fantasies, I kill him. Repeatedly. That's how much I enjoy my alone time.
I realize that I've written a lot for someone who had writer's block.. Sweet. looks like I've found a cure for writer's block.. just randomly blab and you'll find that you have stuff to say. Anyway, I'm getting really late and I really have to get ready to go to the Harry Potter movie. I love Harry Potter, did I ever say that? Sometimes I'm harry potter in my fantasies. Except I don't keep fainting when I'm most needed and I'm actually GOOD at magic. Harry's too overrated, Ron and Hermione are the awesome ones.
Anyways, later.
Ironically, when I get a writer's block, that's usually when I'm most creative because I tend to think of new things to write. First, though, I need to answer a question that many of the readers must have asked themselves.. "does this guy have a life?"
I'm a Petroleum engineer, of Junior status, and I'm using my day off to write this. You think i have a life? Of course, I'm going out in a few hours to watch the new Harry Potter movie, but I still insist that my career choice has all but ended my social life. So its more of a grey area, really..
The weird thing about me is that sometimes I get into these really thoughtful moods and I drop whatever it is I'm doing and drift off, thinking. It's true, sometimes I'm studying, watching TV, heck sometimes I'm hanging out with friends, when I drift off and my eyes go out of focus. I'm not a prodigy, I'm not thinking up solutions for world hunger or trying to find out exactly what purpose a thong serves (what is the POINT?! It drives me crazy). I just like to think a lot. It's actually one of my favorite hobbies, like sometimes I can turn off my laptop, turn off the light in my room, close the door, lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling, lost in weird fantasies at times, at others glorious battles, and of course I'm always the hero in all of these fantasies. For example, think of JD in scrubs. It's like that, only my fantasies aren't always funny. It kind of depends what kind of music I have playing on my iPod at the time.
How do I get to manage my alone time, my free time, my going out time, my gym time (doesn't exist) and my studying time is anyone's guess, but I get a lot of time to think on the way to and back from college. Once, I was so free that I calculated the time I will have spent on all the trips to and from university by the time I graduate. Turns out I will have spent 2 months (Without a calculator. I was so proud of myself). Is that not time enough to think?
But regardless, I think I can relate to JD in so many things... For one thing, my fantasies are stupid. I'm a rock/hard rock/soft metal kinda person, so this limits my fantasies somewhat. Here's a list of how it goes:
Metal: I'm a battle commander on the front lines and I get separated from my battalion. I'm in this trench on my own, and suddenly this random tank comes up and tries to run me over. Of course, in my head it keeps running me over an average of ten times before I have to imagine an air strike that takes out the tank, or a very well placed bullet that i fired that somehow went through the tank's barrel and ricocheted inside, killing the tank driver and causing him to bump the "self-destruct button". The tank blows up and I win the war, alone and glorious. Of course, sometimes I just realize that u cannot destroy a tank with a well placed shot even if u were today's robin hood, and I just imagine the tank away and think of something more manageable, like maybe a truck-load of soldiers. Nah, that's way too easy. A truck load of battle-hardened bear cavalry? Bingo. I'll just take them out with one grenade. And I still win the war, alone and victorious.
Hard Rock: I'm Surfing somewhere off the coast of Antarctica. Of course, in my fantasy I'm awesomely well-built (even more awesome than usual, that is), I'm wearing swim trunks and I don't even feel the cold. Suddenly, this monstrous wave threatens to crush me. Using my amazing all-terrain boots that even allow me to breathe in outer space and under water (James Bond had given them to me as a thank-you token when I'd saved his life two days back), I get on top of the wave and I don't die a painful, cold death. However, a blue whale chooses that instant to surface, and I get swallowed. Then there's huge splash, and when it settles i emerge again, riding the whale, without even a saddle, and taking him all the way back home for a light dinner.
OR
I'm rocking hard on stage with my band. Although I'm a rhythm guitarist, somehow in the fantasyI play solos so wicked that Slash, who's just a common fan in the crowds, faints from sheer awesomeness, and Carlos Santana asks me to sign his guitar. Halfway through the song, I smash my guitar to a zillion pieces, then decide to take over the drums. Then the bass. And the vocals. By the end of the song, I'm doing everything and everybody decides to dump truck-loads of cash on my head while I'm still rocking on stage. (No offence to any of my actual band members.. I'm just that awesome.)
Rock Or Sissy rock: Some sissy called Vandamme picks on my girlfriend. Enough said. He's worm food.
Ofc, sometimes I listen to other stuff. Here's a list of that too:
Rap: I'm the new hot white rapper on the streets, after I'd beat Eminem in a rap freestyle and he never recovered from it. I issue this official decree that all gangstas now have to speak normal English and shoot like normal people, without holding the gun sideways and wasting 12 clips to land one good shot. At the end of the song I get shot by some jealous old-school rapper, and the whole world remembers me as the white Tupac Shakur.
House/trance/techno: Just a quick note, I HATE those. Every now and then though, i feel the urge to hear the same tone repeated over and over and over and over and hear just that one word that they bothered to write to convince you that the song has words in it. Anyway, I just usually imagine being somewhere with a beach, with all the hot chicks gathering around me after I've saved James Bond from drowning.. I'm getting sick of saving that guy. (Of course, thats not a fantasy. It happens every time I go to a beach. True Story. James Bond is a wuss)
Depressed songs/blues: That happens to all guys, I'll bet. We just keep thinking of past relationships. Of course, in our heads we've made no mistakes whatsoever, we've been great, we've been everything any girl's ever dreamed of, but then she stabs us in the back. Literally. I stumble and fall over with the knife in my back, and then she realizes what she did. she cries her eyes out and then commits suicide, but then it turns out that I faked my death, stand up, look down at her and yell: "JK, LOLZ. YOU'RE DEAD, BIATCH!!!1111!1"
And she deserved it.
Happy/upbeat songs: I'm the head of a HUGE corporation, and I've got tons of cash. So much cash that I smoke cash, because I'm not in the mood to take the elevator down 180 floors to get my golden cigarettes from my locker. Ironically, I hate smoking.
These are just samples I thought of on the spot right now, having nothing better to do than to waste your time. My head has NOTHING better to do than to think up weird scenarios likes those. Bottom line is, thinking's fun. Try it. Statistics that I've just made up have shown that it's very psychologically healthy to think. Sometimes the fantasies are so much fun that I HATE it when someone talks to me. There's always this annoying person on the bus who decides to ruin my fantasies by talking about stuff I don't care about. In my immediate fantasies, I kill him. Repeatedly. That's how much I enjoy my alone time.
I realize that I've written a lot for someone who had writer's block.. Sweet. looks like I've found a cure for writer's block.. just randomly blab and you'll find that you have stuff to say. Anyway, I'm getting really late and I really have to get ready to go to the Harry Potter movie. I love Harry Potter, did I ever say that? Sometimes I'm harry potter in my fantasies. Except I don't keep fainting when I'm most needed and I'm actually GOOD at magic. Harry's too overrated, Ron and Hermione are the awesome ones.
Anyways, later.
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