It is raining. Heavily. Finally. No harvesting of potatoes tommorow. Smoking a cheap cigar I bought for rugby final and forgot about in drunken haze. This universe is majestic. Deafening thunderclaps. Gravity pulls the heavens down.
Mosquito hunting. One of the Vampire bugs somehow survived the brutal temperature drop we had and found her way into my apartment. Little daughter of evil. I will smite you so, so hard when I find you. You're going to wish the cold got you.
I went to the Defense Language Institute, that's some serious nerd-cred right there. (link is Duffelblog, SFW)
I sometimes wish I was a nerd at something. I might be at phases but after the phase is gone along with my temporary obsession, years pass and I almost remember nothing of the acquired knowledge of my previous obsession. Maybe because I don't care anymore. I don't know. Anyhow, I'm playing guitar. This topic is much relevant right now. I play considerably well but remember to play nothing from start to end. Just fragments of songs. Good thing is that I know that if I stick to it and play everyday for at least an hour, I'll be back on track in no time. Bad thing is that I don't have the time. Good thing that I don't care too much. Bad thing that I don't care too much. Self neutralized! Fatality!
I was much the same for a long period of time, but I found that I needed to expand my time spent on some hobbies in order to keep some bit of sanity. I used to be a gaming nerd, but that seems to have mostly passed. I also was a band nerd for a period of time, but after my my face was injured during high school I could no longer play. I've since found new hobbies and i think I'm starting to gain some ground in them. Just wasn't happy during the super busy space between, which lacked hobbies and was fueled by a lot of drinking. Playing guitar is quite a fun skill, one I wish I had. If you ever want to start a band, I can at least do vocals! My instrument days are pretty much done otherwise, though. Time is always a problem. I've found sleeping less is the way I have to go now. If I want to do anything extra, I'm just going to have to accept being tired.
I've only been called a nerd once, and I was shocked. I didn't mind, but it had never occurred to me. It was from talking about books so much. I work in a bookshop, as I've previously mentioned, and can get quite passionate. I'm proud of it.
Wear it with a stamp of pride. I usually get called it because I'm quite good at trivia. Usually know the answer to a wide range of topics that come up in conversation. Became a running joke when I ran an avionics shop.
Good way of putting it. It's a great feeling, turning someone on to a book. Can be really life-changing, as it was for me when I first discovered the friendship you could find in a novel.
Learned this in combat medical exercises. Sometimes calming the shock is the real way to get them on the move and out. Well I lost all my childhood memories with a massive concussion, so I imagine I just have room to spare.
Definitely not looking for sympathy. I enjoy my life, and all its falls. Keeps things interesting and gives me many stories to tell.
Problem is that I am not good at being consistent. I know a little bit of a lot, but a lot of nothing in particular in return. When I was in art school studying comics and animation I almost knew nothing about comics. I only knew some. I learned a lot about manga and DC, Marvel comics from there, since most of my classmates where already comic, gaming and animation nerds. I was completely ignorant to those things. RPG? What da fuq is dat? I just thought that it would be nice if I drew stories for a living. What I mean is that I was not so much into it, but I became good at it, because in the beginning everything was new and fun and why the hell not? Challenge accepted. But as time passed I lost my interest. It's like I lost my momentum. I had no clear motivation upon what I was doing and so, I found new things that I felt where more suitable to practice upon. Guitar, juggling, writing, even math. Anything to keep me from sketching. I became very creative but in the wrong areas. I mean... I should have been focused on sketching and illustrating but it was such a booooore. I tried to get in the same mentality as many different classmates and teachers I had but I couldn't keep it up, because this wasn't me. I have a problem with discipline in general though. If I lose interest in something it's a done deal. If something else grabs my attention though it's a done deal too, which somehow balances the situation. I learn fast and focus deeply, but after a while this feels like running a marathon full speed. I'm ahead for a while but I finish last. I always have hobbies and maybe that's part of my problem. Different mediums to express what I currently want to express, but nothing in particular. I've been through a dark, extended phase (from which I'm still having some whiplashes) where for about a year, quite recently I drank too much and "partied" too much. Creatively speaking, this was time lost but it couldn't have been any different, because I couldn't have reacted any better. It was impossible. Now, I'm feeling saner again and my interest in my old and newer hobbies is coming back. Seems that nothing ever gets completely lost. At least my muscle memory hasn't completely left me yet. Did you use to sing? What kind of songs?
I know this distraction. It was disastrous for me. I was english writing major awhile back, and found myself participating in everything except what I needed to. Damn near drank my way out of college, and into the military. Took until after the military for my writing to restart. That's the short version of that...there's a lot of bad in between really. Singing is rather recent, as in the last three years. Still developing my voice, but making a lot of strides. I like to do 90's grunge and melodic country mostly, but try other things from time to time.