Parliament

So I've been in a bit of a funk lately. Of course, 'funk' in the context of this summer means something along the lines of, "the past week hasn't been absolutely incredible in every imaginable way." That's how good I've had it, and maybe it kind of helps to have an off week in terms of fully appreciating that fact. But it's interesting that just as little things were primarily what made me so happy, they also seem to be the source of my discontent: Finding out that Sounders tickets were not to be had, never being able to go to triv, showing up to play soccer only to discover that there were a bunch of kids there who a) I didn't know and b) could actually play, spending a good hour getting to Pete's when Kirkland couldn't be troubled to put up detour signs, missing out on HP and the camping trip. Taken separately these are very minor stumbling blocks; taken collectively... they're still very minor. But compounded with a general feeling of being in the doldrums of summer, they combined to make for less-than-spectacular past few days. Not that good points didn't interject themselves. Green Street Hooligans was great, ditto the concert on Friday, and if I had read Jess' blog when she actually posted it, I probably wouldn't even have occasion to write this. =) But unlike earlier in the summer, when the good times could carry into an inexplicably pleasant feeling for the next couple of days, this week, and even perhaps the days of the events themselves didn't reflect the awesometicity of said occurrences. A little blatant speculation leads me to believe that a part of this is owing to staying up far too late on those days, thus diluting the essence of the highlights and sending me into the next day a bit worn out. Whenever I'm getting proper sleep I take for granted how fantastic it makes me feel. Perhaps it's also good to take a break from seeing the guys/having something to do every day. Familiarity doesn't breed contempt, but a little rest never hurts.
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I've been toying with the idea of keeping a journal ever since watching Green Street Hooligans, but have decided against it for a number of reasons. One, I'm just too darn lazy to keep daily tabs on my life. Two, I don't mind if the mundane and irrelevant slip past; the truly memorable events are just that, so a written record seems gratuitous. Three, perhaps the most compelling, with a daily journal I might write about some petty disagreement with a friend or other such unpleasantry, and rather than just letting it slide by and forgetting about it, the writing might magnify the situation in my mind, or at least keep my thoughts focused on it beyond a more healthy and natural timespan. I prefer to write on things that I've had sufficient time to think about, and I more often deal in generalities than specific events anyway. So for now I'll stick to the occasional blog post for recording my feelings and reactions to life.