Is your free time to free minds or for falling apart?

I felt so much more creative than usual the other day. As a creative person (so I claim) I've often wondered just what gets my mind to swirl just the right way to do what I love to do; is it what I eat & drink? Is it who I hang around with? Is it all from my dreams? I find that some of my best ideas arrive after I wake up, though I can recall those dreams and they had nothing to do with disinfecting wipes. I might never know the exact answer but as the expression goes, "if it ain't broke don't fix it."

For a few weeks things had been dull, dreary and messy. Well, my room had been very messy. Still is. But I digress, random ideas weren't popping in & working. My head is full of random all the time and it's suited me very well. What's that? A monkey with a screwdriver? Oh, no, that's just my friend Jo-Jo-Jr. Wait..there is no Jo-Jo-Jr. Okay, I think I have a beautiful mind.
See my point?

The beauty of good creativity is making something work. You can have all the random in the world but it gets you nowhere without proper application. Having the idea is only the 1st step, creativity is like many things in life where you need to try hard and go that extra mile if you want great things to occur. Personally, I am determined in my life to make as much work as possible. I kill myself to get my work done, I try to go that extra mile for my friends (even the far away ones), I wear gloves on top of gloves to use my iPod (okay, old news). What I don't do is clean my room. But I will soon. I'll snap and clean it 'till I drop. Why am I talking about that again?

I woke up a few days ago and the world was right again, creatively. I could look at anything and see so many ways to use it and abuse it. Sell it, buy it, pluck it, pull it, do what you will people. I know I have. I wrote down my ideas on receipt paper at work, and stuffed them in my pocket. Some of those ideas made it to the next level, some, well.. I couldn't read my own writing.

In time the creative work of myself & friends in advertising will inspire a range of actions and emotions across the globe. Our creativity will move them, motivate them, captivate them, they will feel different than that had previously, perhaps they will clean their desks off?
To get the ball rolling on this, be creative off the clock.
No one likes doing their job for free, but using your imagination isn't a job. It's just getting paid to have fun...While you are up all night. But if you're like me, you'd be up all night anyway writing a blog or something. I donno, Facebook? You know how you waste your time. I'm gonna go clean my room.

Title inspired by this week's song that's keepin' me going:
-Ize of the world (The Strokes)

Knocked Over Pylons - The Catalog: track 2

I'm too lazy today, here's more song lyrics from my high school days. Enjoy.

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Knocked over Pylons
-Dairy Star-Dust

He's a self-help specialist,
She's a dental hygienist,
They got nothing in common but they've got it all!

Terry's a taxman,
Terra's on welfare,
They got something in common but it's not the same!

Everyone's high on the Milky Way fume,
Messing about and trying to get through,
So high on the Milky Way fume,
Yet no one stops to breathe it in.

When I read the last page of my favorite book,
I came to the end of some great times,
Said farewell to some good friends,
And read the book all over again.

Jerry's a lie and a cheat,
Jessie's getting off on getting beat,
They'll only cope with eachother between the sheets.

Everyone's high on the Milky Way fume,
Mucking about and trying to get through,
So high on the Milky Way fume,
Yet no one stops to take it in.

Saw Bogart give her away,
Watched the globe drop away from Kane,
Witnessed the Bad Guy take his fall,
And my split-personality the cause of it all.

I'm an ass with a cause,
You're a pusher who works hard for it all,
We understand our faults and deal,
We breathe the fume and know how we feel.

Gimme, gimme shelter or I'm gonna fade away

Greetings from my cold, pale fingers pounding on black keys.

I've said before that school is back for Summer, what I should have said was that school is back, and it's frakin' cold out! Really Canada, sometimes I wonder about you. What do you on a Friday night while I'm sitting by the phone, waiting for a warm day to call and tell me it loves me.
Not too warm though, I burn.

Anyway.

Today was the 1st day back at school. It felt good to be in an establishment where I'll be pounded into the ground with work; I've been going out of my mind with all the freedom I had in the last month.
To make up for lost friends, I had a bunch of run-ins to start me off. On the bus ride there (from across the bus) I spotted a guy I knew from back in kindergarten, I had nothing to say to him, vice versa, I'm sure. We exchanged the customary head nods complete with smile and that was that 'till he got off the bus.
Once we arrived at Seneca I bumped into my friend who I haven't seen in a while. I was about to be late so I didn't have time for a Stop-&-Chat. Lucky for me he was cool enough to walk in the opposite direction of where he was headed to talk to me until I made it to my building.

Once I got into the building my super espionage skills must have kicked in without my noticing because I lot of people didn't notice me when I was sitting or standing near them.
It wore off when I was walking down the hall and bumped into my friend's Ex's brother. I was able to avoid the Stop-&-Chat once again. Score.

Really, does anyone like a Stop-&-Chat? Clearly I'm speaking of the type with people you don't have on your list of peeps or friendly acquaintances.
The idea of wasting time is freaky to me, time is money, and we all need more money. What could you be doing with your life that you don't have enough money to do? Should that read "don't have enough time to do" yeah, but it's the point I guess. Then again, I'm not sure what the point it. Oh yeah. I don't care for Stop-&-Chats, unless they are with Terri Hatcher circa 1993.

So if you ever bump into me and I have my iPod going, or am walking fast someplace, you know to stop me now if you want to torture me. I guess though, if you're bothering to read this you're someone I would like to talk to. So the joke is on YOU!


Title inspired by this week's song that's keepin' me going:
-Gimme Shelter (The Rolling Stones)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhBpUJcpiCg