Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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I don't know why, but every few months or so, I go into some sort of episodic procrastination.

I don't really know how to describe it, but I'll try.

This week, I had to finish my design of a Flash website, upload a video to YouTube and finish editing and compositing another video for university.

Yet, I had failed in all three subjects.

That was why I was ecstatic when my lecturer said that the chroma keying video doesn't have to be in for another two weeks. But I had to upload the other video on Monday, and it's Thursday now. Fuck.

It's not just been this week, it's been like this for the past three weeks. It's like I can't get anything done, either because I don't have the motivation or I suddenly become ill for some reason or other. And it is pissing me right off.

Before, it's only been in a creative manner. Before, it was just me not knowing what to write about or not being able to write a decent riff (even though none of the songs I've written are any good). But the older I get, it seems to be infecting every other parts of my life. Ah well, I can't think of anything else to say about the manner. Mainly because I started writing this about a month ago and I cannot for the life of me remember what I was going on about.

But yeah, for some reason, all I want to do now is write. Write some inane bullshit about how to create some mediocre graphic or about my shitty opinions on modern life and humanity.

Why? I absolutely have no idea.

Maybe because it's the only output so far in my life that has an immediate result. You know, with music, I'd have to write all the parts (insert image of meme here) myself and all that. And considering that I lack talent in all sections of music, it takes an age.

Then there's the graphics side of me, which only comes around when I see things online and decide I want to follow suit. I am utterly shit with inspiration.

And as this has been a draft for ages, I shall just stay silent and end this now. I'm cool.

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