As I sit down to write this blog, I dramatically look around my desk. 2 cameras sit, one waiting for a new lens that will never come, on a small clearing to my right. Copious models lie in various states of disarray to my right, their stare of blind acceptance as penetrating as any Adam Sandler movie should be (take that as you will). A sword of minecraft sits pinned to my corkboard above a plain white mask and below a picture my parents got me for my 6th grade graduation. 3 hard drives glare at me with blinking lights, urging me to finally get my shins together and finish that documentary I promised Mrs Shannon over the last few months. She’s a lovely person, and I feel bad for letting her down. It’ll be up soon, I think. My computer is dying slowly, it’s harddrive making screeching noises every now and then. I’ll get a new one soon enough, but I fear it’s getting too late. On my monitor I have the godfather playing; the way dramatic beats work in that film is interesting to me, but I have it playing at halfspeed, and silent, so that each actors individual reactions can be gauged properly. Point of this is; I don’t do deep attention, I skim. Unless it is something I truly engage with, I skim until I reach something different. This is a weakness of mine that I have yet to correct, but I’ll get to it.

Relevant and thought provoking comment about the nature of progress in regards to the end of my high school years. Question as to the legality of above copyright usage? Dismissive statement, single word; ending.