The official Channing New Year was rung in last night in a vicodin-induced buzz, concocted to cure a little boredom spell from earlier. My room is cozy and inviting, slightly lit with cheap and faded Christmas lights. Even though Ive been on the computer for the past 6 hours, I hop right on to see if I have received any email in the past few minutes. To my astonishment, I have received an electronic letter from an old friend Nick. Nick is aware of my dissent for my current music situation with the band I started, Crash Car Star. My bandmate, Derr, has assumed all creative control of the band which has led to my plan to phase myself out of the band within the next couple months. Not that I cower to Derr, I just dont care enough to regain control. Nick has proposed for us to meet every Tuesday night to record and help me develop my own music. It just might give me a reason to live.
I woke up this morning contemplating what it meant to turn 22. After encountering perhaps the most boring year of my life, I look to the future for some comfort, although that means getting even older. So far Im still in the stepping stone stages of life. Its been a tedious last couple of years but I feel things might start changing for the better. I know there will be many hardships in the future, but I feel little dread and doom today.