|Expo 64 feat. Ico and the Sunshine Band
||[Jul. 21st, 2010|04:28 pm]
Sean A. Berridge
I'm not going to type out the standard "It's been so long" rant because they genuinely irk me and hypocrisy is not a good way to start a journal entry that's intended to be about honesty.
I haven't posted in a while because I felt there was no reason to. "Why should I care about what people think about me?", I says. "I should just be able to live my life without telling people about it to affirm my own existence. How needy some people are."
With that smug concept in my head, I stopped posting and moved away from LJ, Facebook, and eventually even MSN(although that was due to it taking up way too much of my time). All in all, I've found it's affected me for the better, despite being initiated by the wrong idea. I am back though, and no, this still isn't hypocrisy.
I'm back for a different reason. Lately, I've had difficulty motivating myself in certain ways, partially due to my elevated insomnia and partially due to my elevated procrastination. These aren't excuses, though. I take full blame for it, and intend to do my best to fix it, as I have been trying for some time. I feel like I've come leaps and bounds, but I'm still not back to where I want to be.
This is where journal posting comes in. I'm a firm believer of the "self-fulfilling prophecy" theory, which is based around self-image and optimism vs. pessimism. In this way, I believe that my brilliant idea that I didn't need to share my life with the world resulted in a life that shouldn't be shared with the world: a secret life that I didn't want anyone to know about. This is a problem. Inversely, if I shared my life with the world daily, talking about my problems, my failures, and my happiness, perhaps I would begin to live a life worth talking about. Do you see the basis of my theory?
So that's where I'm at, and where I'll begin. I don't know how many people still read this and frankly, it doesn't matter. The fact that it's public is enough to make it worth my time. It's somewhat of a placebo and somewhat of a trial run. We'll see what happens.
Monday was the fifth annual LoZapalooza, and for the second time, we deviated from the titular theme and focused primarily on 3D platformers. The N64 era being rife with such games, that system was the star of the show, having a total of 4 people using it. We had 6 people in total, as follows(apologies, I don't know everyone's stats. postem if you gottem):
Me, playing Banjo-Tooie(finished in 13 hours with 70 jiggies);
Alex, playing Mario 64(finished);
Dave, playing Shadow of the Colossus(finished TWICE, once in 6 hours);
Peter, playing DK64(didn't finish, but ran about 18 hours);
Myan, playing Super Mario Sunshine(finished with 60 shines in 7 hours);
Stefan, playing Banjo-Kazooie(finished with 100% in 11 hours).
Pretty impressive, across the board. It was loads of fun, even though I was less animated and more tired than usual. This was due to my place of employment signing me up to work 16 hours in two days, virtually back to back(3pm - 11pm and then 9am - 5pm), and although I tried to nap before the event, my insomnia didn't want to so I had to deal with it. I haven't been well-rested in a while, in fact.
I'm not sure what the case is. Often I'll sleep for 10 or so hours, and still feel ill or drowsy or tired for most of the day. I've recently changed my eating habits - much less meat and such - for the sole reason that my stomach issues have caused me to stop eating all together if I don't have anything that's easy on the poor guy. Vegetables seem to be the only food group that doesn't hurt it at all, so I finally bit the carrot and welcomed them into my life. I think this change could be affecting my overall energy.
I have much more to say, but if this is truly going to be a daily journal then I'll just post more tomorrow. I'm not out of time, but I know that long entries are difficult to read, especially if you have a short attention span(like myself).
With that, I will prepare to go to work, a place deserving of it's own well-thought-out, hateful journal entry.