I Used To Write...

It seems like the longer I go without blogging, the harder it is to get myself to post an update.  I think it's because the longer I wait, the more I feel like I need to come back with something wonderful and entertaining.  I also feel like I need to explain where I've been, what I've been up to, and what my excuses are for being absent from the blogosphere are this time.  That begins to feel like a lot of pressure, so I've gotten into the habit of just closing the Blogger tab on my browser and uploading more pictures of my cats on Instagram instead.

I'm a winner.

I guess no real excuse for my long hiatus.  Or, maybe I have a series of lame excuses.  Laziness.  Writer's block.  Business.  Lack of motivation.  Writer's block.  Fear that my life has become something that isn't as interesting to read about as it once was.  Unsure of what to even write about.  A growing addicting to communicating all thoughts in 140 characters or less and posting them to Twitter.  Also, writer's block. 

It's been a weird summer.  I finally got a rock band together.  We've played a couple of shows around town.  Both shows were completely stressful, poorly attended, and the most fun I've had all year. 

A rough video from one of the shows:

Yes, there were people there but they were hiding in a corner.  Sadly, I wasn't able to get a recording of the other show we did, where there was a one-armed guy named Lefty in the audience.

My life is still is a sitcom.  I don't think that will ever change, in case any of you were worried.

I also spent a lot of time taking care of other people's dogs this summer. 

I got way too connected to them.  I cried a little bit every time I had to tell one of them "goodbye." It made me wish I had a dog of my own, but I'm still at a point in my life where I'm afraid to sign a year-long lease.  I can't get a dog yet.

It's weird to see my Facebook feed fill up with pictures of weddings, ultrasounds, and babies.  There seems to be a whole wave of people my age who are suddenly grown-ups.  They post boring statuses about their jobs, take pictures of what they cooked their new families for dinner, and decline any event invitation that takes place past 8pm.  Miscellaneous acquaintances from college are now getting married to miscellaneous men.  Their last name changes and then when they pop up on my newsfeed, I don't even know who the heck they are. 

Then I see the Deepak Chopra quotes and the pictures of Jello shots posted by my friends from the artist's community and I wonder where exactly I fit in among the group of 336 people I call "friends" on Facebook. 

I'm going to be 25 in a little less than 2 months.  I can feel the existential crisis starting already.  

But I digress. 

I'm trying not to make this too long.  Really, the purpose of this post is just to get myself used to posting again and let you guys know that I'm not dead.  Now that this post is out of the way, I can hopefully follow it up with more interesting things...

Like the story behind this picture:

 Stay tuned...