Last night the girlfriend was looking at Facebook and such on her computer while she was winding down for the evening, and she commented to me that I haven't posted anything on here for a while. She says this is the only way that she knows what's going on with me. I guess I'm not the most outgoing, talkative sort of guy about stuff that's bugging me. Sorry.
And I haven't been posting on here because sometimes it just feels like a long litany of boredom interspersed with episodes of failure. I still haven't applied to NCTC yet. I'm still working at the same crappy job, which I rather despise. I look through the paper now and again to see what jobs are out there, but most of the things that are any better than where I am now, I'm not qualified for.
I guess the band thing is going all right, but I doubt it's really going to go much further than playing in the drummer's spare room. We missed an entire month of practice. We've only been practicing once a week anyway, at most, and it's taking us a long time to get even a few songs down solidly. I know that I don't do enough practicing when I'm not there with the guys, and I don't think anyone else in the group really puts in the necessary practice, either. It might be time to move on and try to find a more dedicated group of folks to try to play with.
My own musical efforts fail because I don't follow through on things, much like many of my other efforts. The combination of laziness, lack of follow-through, lack of self-confidence... That's pretty much a recipe for certain failure in most endeavors, I think. I've been trying to at least keep myself a little more organized, get myself sort of a ritual that I go through to try to get things checked off my to-do list. It's working for some of the little things, but some of the other things, not so well.
Anyway, it's back to the moping and depression, so I suppose I'll sign it off...