Uh Oh, look at me go!

As I'm playing "Pump It Up" by Elvis Costello on my computer, I'm happy to say I have FINALLY started writing something I actually think I can complete! Ahhhh, that elusive novel everyone wants to write... It's only one paragraph so far, but it's something right? Baby steps.

Anywho, I have a really nice glass of rose to motivate me along here. I love wine. And I love music. They both go together hand-in-hand. You can enjoy one without the other, but both are so wonderfully orgasmic, why bother? I've loved music for as long as I can remember as music was a major influence during my childhood. My father played classical piano and was a church pianist/organist (Interesting story: He messed up his hand when it went through a front door glass door. As therapy, he learned piano.). My brother sand and played the saxophone. I tried to sing and played the violin and flute. My sister can't carry a tune but became a really good piano player herself, and my mother sang.

Music was big for my family, and I grew up listening to all kinds of music. I love it all! Country, rap, R&B, classical, gospel, jazz, Indian. My ipod is so diverse that I've djed many parties and even the reception for an Indian wedding.

My music ain't no joke! Which is nice because when I'm in any kind of music, I have a soundtrack to go with this. The soundtrack I'm playing now is very mellow but positive - perfect for a Sunday. It includes Lily Allen, Imogen Heap, Jem, Adele, Coldplay, Gwen Stefani, Nelly Furtado and of course, Elvis Costello along with many more. Music inspires me.

A new take on the "bucket list"

I'm 31, and like any other single woman in my age group, I have no idea what I'm doing in life. At the moment, I go through the motions of a job that I don't like, but I do it anyway because, well, everyone needs to work and I wasn't born rich. To me, it's almost like my job holds me back in a way - I don't get paid that much to do the things I really want to do in life. It doesn't afford me many opportunities to get away or de-stress except during the summer. So it would seem that I'm stuck in that regard.

Stuck.

Man, I hate feeling stuck. My hope is that I can take the situation I'm in now and just manipulate the hell out of it until I get through my list of things I want to do by the time I'm 35. Mind you, there are some pretty impossible things on the list, traveling in particular. But I have 4 years to get it done, right?

That would be fine if my job was the only reason why I feel 'stuck,' but the truth is, if I were made of anything it would probably be super glue because I'm the one keeping me stuck. I'm lazy as hell and sometimes just utterly unmotivated even though I know there's so much more I can do. I'm making myself a priority, and I'll hold myself accountable for my own stuck-state. Maybe it'll work and the next time I log into this blog won't be 3 years from now.

the first post needs no introduction, really

I suppose the most important thing about starting a blog is actually starting a blog. I've had this account for a while now, and before that I had another account that I also didn't do much with. I have so many memories, ideas and thoughts in my head, however, that it seems a shame not to write them down from time to time.

If anyone finds any interests in my words, cools. Other than that, may this blog be a constant "up yours/Whitney Houston 'kiss my ass!'" middle finger to the inevitable black hole my mind will eventually become with age. Or maybe it's something like cottage cheese. At any rate, who cares as I leave my virtual fingerprint on the world!