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I Have No Idea What I am Doing. I am Doing it Anyway.

What screws us up most in life

This was supposed to be an inspiring post about how I am no longer blindly following the suggestions of mainly my parents others, but learning to guide myself. A story of revelations and the events that lead me there. A graceful notion about journeying to find passion I never considered before. How what I thought was supposed to be, was a world away from what is evolving in my life at present. Then, a clever transition into the detailing of obvious reasons I found that convinced me I belonged in another town. Somewhere not yet named. Finally it would come full circle by me relaying the list of goals this story inspired me to write and plaster to my fridge last night.

I actually wrote a lengthy detailed post. I began to edit. I realized it was an explosion of tiredly nauseating mind garble. Ctrl-A Backspace. Apparently the pictured quote up there goes for my blog posts as well. I’ll just blurt this out:

I downloaded a free trial version of Photoshop for the purposes of learning… *ahem*… attempting to learn. I am increasingly intrigued by web/design stuff. Basically,

I have No Idea what i'm doing

Any advice, tips on where to start, discussions on web/graphic design, or crazy glances welcomed.

B. On the flip side, I am in the process of researching Pilates trainer certification schools outside of Louisiana. I need some movement in my life. Any one out there who has any insight on this would also be greatly appreciated as well. I am not new to Pilates by any means, but I don’t know much about the certification process.

At least it is not Tuesday anymore. And, I just got delivered a free bucket of soft peppermints. Jackpot.

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From AIM to CSS

Matrix Computer Program
Aside from my love of writing, I have a somewhat equal love of manipulating technology (well trying at least) and computers specifically to do and create cool things. I forgot about this passion until recently. It occurred when I was reminiscing about my childhood. When I was on the brink of becoming a teenager, my parents bestowed me with my first personal computer. It was a lavish Christmas present and a Compaq (yuck). At first, I was only stoked for one thing. The thing that all us youngsters crazed over at that time. AOL. More specifically, AIM (AOL Instant Messenger). If you are in your twenties, you know what’s up.

After attempting several different screen names (unfortunately every possible combination of HotChick plus a random set of numbers was already assigned), I finally found an available name and set up my buddy list. Can you imagine if those e-mail addresses stuck with us for life? How awful. Anyway, after weeks of disobeying bed time and holding  ridiculously long chats consisting of nothing but emoticons and various clever laughable “away” messages, I was becoming bored with AIM. I began to explore the inner caves of the internet. I started a blog without even knowing I was blogging. I created myself a flashy diaryland.com account. Of course, the only one reading my nonsensical blabbing was me.

Actually, thinking back on it, I remember being more in to other aspects of the site apart from just writing. Read the rest of this entry

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