The beginning of something

Copying in a fashion of my friend Eric Smith, I hope to get an online portfolio up of my writing/photography (the non-existent <i>and</i> existent) up for people to view.

Until then, links to pics that are up : <a href=”http://loudenuff.com/modules.php?set_albumName=Bamboozle-07&op=modload&name=gallery&file=index&include=view_album.php</a>Loud Enuff – Bamboozle </a>.

Writing can be found : <a href=”http://loudenuff.com”>Loud Enuff</a> and <a href=”http://downtownmoneywaster.com”>Downtown Money Waster</a>.

Sweet ass.

I used to blog all the time.  When I was younger, I wrote so much, with not that much to say.  Now I have so much to say, with little thought.

That saying, “If you don’t use it, you’ll lose it”: so true.

So, I’m training myself to get back into writing.  Ironic, a journalism major / writing oriented person, finding it difficult to write.  I’ve gotten so lazy; I’ve got to kick it.

“Played” basketball today.  #22- Wes Pingoy.  Despite my actual desire to play, it was for the best.  The team has an amazing record (second on the league), and I wouldn’t want to be potentially associated with ruining that. Either way, with all this free time I have, not working/not hearing back from work/trying to find work/ being lazy, I really should just get off my ass, and get back on the court.  I’ve never been horrible, but never risen any higher than average.

Change is in the air.  Now, it’s just a matter of opening up my lungs, and letting it fill my chest.