No idea

No idea what I'm going to write about today. It's 7am and I decided I'm going to write. I've got a choice from several things that are going on, so I think I'm going to do this one. Next season I'm going to try getting into the Racing scene for Road Riding. The idea is that well, I like it, I think I may be competitive. Also when I go to grad school next fall, I'd like to go to a school that has a cycling team. I'm not sure exactly what it is about riding that makes me want to race.

When I ride and I get home from a fast long ride it feels amazing. But this is some seriously boring shit. I'm going to talk about something else, my career. So the shit goes like this. I went to school bounced around in majors 6 different times, finishing with what I originally started with Psychology. I get into doing some video stuff with a friend on his college tv show. Which leads to me working with a different friend's friend on an indie film. So I graduate college and I get work doing other film stuff, and other TV stuff. All the while really wanting to go to grad school for Psychology, and keeping that in the back of my mind. Now I work for a production company that is really giving me the opportunity to move forward in this field if that's really what I want to do.

Then I hit a tree. I hit it hard and I hit it fast. This makes me stop and go, "What the fuck do I really want. Why am I dicking around banging my head off trees if banging my head off trees is not really what I want." It's amazing how potential serious injury can facilitate the thinking process.

Then I got the idea to write about how I even ended up here in the first place because it's such a crazy story, but I realized i needed to finish getting ready for work.