Summer time rekindles the dilemma of how many hours per day I can allow myself to waste/goof off/node while on the clock, being paid by the state. I promise myself, for the umpteenth time, it seems, that I'm not going to waste this precious three month sabbatical, that I will play my guitar for hours every day, that I will read all the books I've been buying and stocking up from the library, that I will put my creative energy to use, and be a better person when I school starts again in the fall. Then I realize that I'm pondering leaving work early so I can stop a few video game stores and seek out Final Fantasy games for the recently-acquired Playstation on the way home. Some things never change. Usually because I don't bother to change my decision-making tendencies.

My preliminary to do list for the summer:

  • Shove Four Arguments for the Elimination of Television down as many throats as I can manage
  • Compose songs; See if I can't get the musical eat-poop-you-cat idea to bear any fruit
  • Read, constantly
  • Play my guitar, constantly; Learn to play a host of Nobuo Uematsu's compositions
  • Start writing articles for the Tucson publication produced by the Merry Band of Anarchists
  • Attempt to engage fellow summer school students in semi-meaningful conversation; improve my public speaking abilities
  • Remove the mental block that keeps me from being able to read poetry
  • Start learning to alter the frequency of my brainwaves; Meditate regularly
  • Increase my attention span; Learn patience when trying new things and stop wishing for the instant gratification I know will not come
  • Carry out plans, rather than existing stagnantly in my mental space and thinking that I should have started doing things like this years back