Stick Figures... Go Figure

Velopalloza decided to follow me on Twitter so I did a little investigating. Found this on their site which combines two of my favourite things - cycling and E.T.

So I guess they're alright with me.

It makes me wish I were more creative in the drawing and design aspects of my life. I read somewhere once that people give up drawing when they become self-conscious of how others would look at their drawings. Like they weren't good enough or something. But that just makes it worse because the less you do something, the more you're going to suck at it. Not everyone's good at everything but who cares. You shouldn't be drawing for other people anyway. Just pick up a pencil and doodle. I think you'd be surprised at how not suck you are. Even if they are just stick figures, they're your stick figures.

These thoughts inevitably makes my fingers twitch for our piano back home in Ontario... The one at the K-Farm because that was the one I grew up on. I remember being surprised that not everyone has a piano in their house because to me, it was like having potted plants or having all the furniture in your house built by your Grandad... Apparently we were different... go figure.

Soooo, What Now?

Well, it's official.

I'm done.

Journalism school has come and gone.

I don't really know what to think. At first I thought "Oh great, another degree to show me what I DON'T want to do." But, like Education, I guess I like certain aspects of it. I love to write and I've definitely learned some techniques on how to write differently. Not better, not worse, just differently. I'm not cut out for hard news, I know that. I mean, if I really wanted to, I suppose I could get used to it. But maybe I don't really want to. I hate writing barebones.

But then what am I good at with writing? Fiction? My overreactive imagination seems to think so. Apparently, you can't make a living on fiction unless your name is J.K. Rowling of something of the sort though.

So what else?

I worry that I'm not an 'in the box' kind of person. I don't like teaching the way that they run it now - with all the administrative crap and the constant need for testing and blah blah blah. I don't like journalism the way it is now - the up-to-the-minute-gotta-have-the-news-right-away-even-if-it's-maybe-not-true kind of thing. It's too rushed, too fleeting.

So now what?

Build a time machine and go back to a time where things were simpler? When news was carried on horseback and teaching was one-room schoolhouses? Would that even help?

Khaled says "keep throwing spagetti against the wall and eventually something will stick" but I don't know. I also hate that statistic - something like nowadays people change careers six times over the course of their lifetime? Six times! I dn't want to go through changing careers six times! I can barely decide on one at the moment.

I hate that question that people pose. "So, Linnaea. What are you going to do now? What career have you chosen? What's your path?" As if I have to have the answers now. I'm 24. Can't I just breathe for a bit? What's the rush? What's this finish line that everyone seems to be rushing towards? I can't see it. I certainly don't feel the crushing need to find it. I would like to find something that I'm good at, something that I'd like to stick with but I can't force it. If I push and push it won't make me find it faster, easier... I dunno. I still don't have the answers.

Ipod check-in shuffle:

How do you feel?: Rolling Stones - Start Me Up

Describe yourself: Coconut Records - Easy Girl

Your Motto: Pilate - Don't Waste Your Breath

When you grow up?: Rihanna - Don't Stop the Music

Friends: Mother Mother - Sleep Awake

Family: Simon and Garfunkel - Bookends

Guys in your life: Crystal Castles - Untrust Us

Biggest Fear: One Republic - Goodbye Apathy

Quote du Jour:

"The opposite of the religious fanatic is not the fanatical atheist but the gentle cynic who cares not whether there is a god or not." - Eric Hoffer

Pic du Jour:

Chris busting out the polo moves this eve on a pseudo-polo court of our creation.