Thursday, December 31, 2009

They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Ha!

Since this was the last real blog that I had on the old site, I thought I should put it up here as well.

Sorry to not make this a vlog, but as a writer I find it better to gather my thoughts on (virtual) paper rather than spout to a camera spastically.  Learn to read and deal with it.  :-P

So, I've been feeling a bit... odd lately.  It's a mixture of the usual emotional spectrum: depression, anger, and ecstasy.  Lately there has been some new ones thrown in there and I'll try to explain them as best as I can: the sense of urgency to do something like going out or doing something to better or further myself in life; the constant feeling like I'm forgetting something as if I left the iron on but I don't even own an iron; a fluttering feeling in my chest/stomach area akin to having a crush or being in love; an anticipation of something grand coming like X-mas, except that is already over with; confusion/frustration with something that I do not even know or have yet to encounter; jittery from some unknown source, like mass amounts of coffee that I have not ingested; and listlessness in general, like I don't even know what to do with my free time and I lack the motivation to even try to seek something.  I have also been eating like crazy, trying to satisfy some craving that I cannot place or satisfy, like there is a void that I have been trying to fill but have failed to do so.

I know what some of my religious friends might suggest to me, but for me God is not the answer.  You should know by now that I am not one that puts my faith in something that is constantly contradicting, horribly judgmental, and most importantly, invisible.  I have a very analytical scientific mind, so that really clashes with blind faith, sorry.  Suggesting religion to me to fill my longing would be like suggesting CPR to a cadaver to get it kicking again.

Then there is the album from Plushgun, Pins & Panzers.  There is just something about this album that is speaking to me and poking my muse awake.  I have never felt this way about a certain selection of music before.  Just listening to a few chords amplify the aforementioned emotions by twenty, and I'm not sure if that is a good thing... or a tragic one.  It could all be coincidence at discovering this album in my emotional quandary, but I think I'd like to think not.  There IS something about this album...

I also think back to when I used to have the odd feelings before, although they were vastly more tame then.  Those people that really know me are aware that I am sensitive to my surroundings and people.  I have displayed, quite a few times, predictions of events that were to come.  Although I have the scientific mind that cannot explain how or why this has happened in the past, at the same time, with all of the evidence of the phenomenon that has happened to myself, I cannot ignore or dismiss it either.

So, as of current, I am at a loss.  I have no idea why I have felt so odd.  So weirdly unique in fact that I fear my words may have failed to relay them in their entirety.  Are they warnings of what is to come?  Are they my inner self yearning for something that I cannot decipher and provide?  Am I just restless and need to get out of my own head for a while?  Or could it be that I am finally going bat-shit insane and bipolarity is my first symptom?  o_o

I welcome any comments or suggestions... well, almost any.  Not gonna do something TOO extreme, like find Jesus in prison or something...

... isn't that where people always find him?  o_0

I should prolly be on meds, huh?  >_<

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

ZaxxonQ.com is the New Blaque!

Okie dokie, in the whole revamp process I have taken my domain, ZaxxonQ.com, and used it for here, my new home.  ^_^  What's that you say?  What happened to my store?  Don't fret, imaginary person that I just made up, it's still there.  ZaxxonQ.com is now LULU.com/ZaxxonQ and ZaxxonQ.blogspot.com is now the new ZaxxonQ.com.  What's that?  Too confusing?  ZaxxonWhat, now?  Who's on first?  Oh, you poor imaginary person.  Had I known that you would be so easily confused, I would've thought up some smarts for ya.