Look Forward November,

Look forward November, for you are not the last, but the first before it.

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Today's post marks the first of this month's Monthly Mondays. Except that.. it's Friday. I have decided to do away with much of the annoying alliteration (except that this month is No Shave November... gotta add that, even if it isn't a perfect example). And so, I shall henceforth call this day: FRIDAY. Yeah. It's that simple.

So if today is supposed to be a monthly post, then what is this shiznit all about? Well, I'll tell you what it's about. It's about nothing. You see, like October's Mondays, November has five Fridays. And this is the day I have nothing planned for. Well, I had this planned... but the plan was just to tell you that I have no plan except for which those days I have planned. Yes, yes. That's right.

Let's get this over with: Monday = Weekly Blog; Wednesday = Creative Writing/Featured Content; and Friday = Monthly Specials. Monthly specials = 1) Film Review, 2) Book Review, 3) Journal Entry, 4) ???. (Not much has changed as far as the monthlies go, but I don't know that I want to do vlogs so much. I have an idea, but I'll have to see how it works out. Stay tuned.)

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So it was recently my birthday. I'm no longer a teenager and now people can take me more seriously. (Probably not.)

My dad thought it a wonderful idea to buy me ANOTHER instrument... I already own three acoustic guitars, one electric guitar, a bass guitar, a violin, and a keyboard. And now I am the proud owner of a drum set. An electric drum set, but a drum set nonetheless. And it's legit... not one of them fake ones. I'm playing it a lot better than I expected to. Keeping a beat hasn't been a strong suit of mine when it comes to music. I'm usually the guy FOLLOWING the beat, not creating it. It's nice and fun, though.

And Assassin's Creed III... And Halo 4 in four days. And... and... Halo 4. Yeah.

So how about Disney has acquired ownership of LucasFilm and is now planning Star Wars episodes VII, VIII, and IX for 2015. I'm not sure whether to jump for joy or curl up and cry. It'll be okay: the world ends next month.

Done with my nerdgasm. On we go.

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Before I go, I would like to leave you with a note I made on Facebook. Look forward to more blogs like this:

"The Gray Note" - 09/19/2012 @ 6:42pm

I swim in my head through thoughts, emotions, ideas, and memories. They scream softly all around my soul and I feel their resonating existence. They pull me together into who I am, and that is so much. I am so much, so complex. I say, "If I don't know who I am, I doubt they do." But they see unbiased and I am an object, an image, a person. I am my words and my actions. I am these words. I stir and wake and ready myself for the day ahead, and although I know the reflection is mine, I do not recognize it as a symbol of who I am. But that is me. And that is how you see me everyday. I am told over and over that I am more mature than my age typically presents. Perhaps true, but I am so my age, more and less. I am me, but I don't recognize who that is. I am conflicting morals and organs. I am all, but just me. And it's nice and poetic, but it's the feeling I present to you. I look in the mirror and see a body whose existence has been formed by a myriad of thoughts and actions, and that is me. What is me? That face doesn't look like it used to. It's harder, more defined. Stubble emerges and tells me I am a man more and more as it fills in the gaps. Creases are arising to show a default emotion: indifference? perhaps. Anger and sorrow hide behind my eyes and I know that you can see it too because they have been there for so long. But woe is me; I have a happy brow with an accompanied smile. Do not pitty me. It's not fake like it used to be; but rare, and that's okay.

Something is missing of course. And what could that be? Knowledge? Understanding? Friends? A companion? A lover? God?

Innocence, maybe. Because experience has taken over and left the being behind.

Where I was a boy and black was black and white was white now stands a canvas of gray for which I am to paint color and make it shine. But I stare at it and ask what am I to do. I have all of this room to create a masterpiece, but I still reach for the black and white because the colors are too far away to reach. I can get up and move. But where is my motive? Who will I paint this picture for?

Friends? A companion? A lover? God?

Some will say God.

Some will say for myself.

But God has already forged his masterpiece.

And I have not been gifted with the know-how of entertaining myself.

Yet here I am writing. Contemplating. And who will read? Who will care? When I have no friends.. no companion.. no lover.. no God... This is just for me: A painted picture. Words on a page. Gray for all the black and white.

 by MFW III

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P.S.: I have been coerced into leaving every blog post with something that made me happy that day (the day that I write the post).

Here goes...

To and from work I listened to the new Anthology album from my favorite band Underoath, who is soon to start its farewell tour. It was and is bittersweet. There was a mix of nostalgia and reminiscence. And I think it made me happy. (11/1/12)

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P.S.S.: Have a good day!