|
Hello. This is my blog. From here forward, you'll learn about me and my daily life, all of its trials and tribulations, energies and ecstasies. But let's get a few things out of the way first. My name is Russell, though I'm commonly called Russ or Rusty. I'm twenty-five years old, born on August 11, 1985. I grew up all over the place. Dad was in the Army, but I spent my formative high school years in Los Angeles, California. Shortly after graduating from San Francisco State University, I moved up to Portland, Oregon, to pursue a new life, a life of my very own. I'm kinda weird, I'm not going to lie, and I try to be the best person I can possibly be in all aspects of my life. It's taken a year or two to really get a solid hold on my life here and being on my own and I thought, hey, I'll keep a blog documenting me after coming out of my shell and finally feeling comfortable here.
1. Contrary to popular belief, I don't get out much. No really, I don't. You'd think with with growing up in California, moving to Los Angeles, being in the same city with everybody who's relevant, and everything, I'd get to go out, hang out with awesome people, get drunk and high with those big names and no names all of the time, etc., etc. It wasn't my style. I don't go out unless I really feel like it. I'm a designer. Who wants to talk to that person? I'm not anti-social, I just choose to be alone. So after college I moved to Portland to pursue my artistic career.
2. I don't really remember the last time I ate a decent meal. I've been surviving off of coffee and cigarettes with the occasional snacks and takeout meals here and there. Sure, it's not exactly healthy, but at the moment, I'm still alive, am I not? Coffee and a smoke in the morning, another coffee, a smoke and a small bite to eat for lunch, and maybe something from the freezer/refrigerator for dinner. I'm the one usually running from business to business or sitting in front of my computer with a program open, making sure everything's okay and doing my job, a.k.a. designing and I forget to eat. And when I'm not working, I'm doing too much to remember to eat anyway. It's a lot of work preparing for the next big thing (and maybe playing a few video games as well). And I feel gluttonous if I eat more than I need. Flabby, fat, and lazy. You don't know who'll walk in and whoopsy-daisy!
3. Life. Life comes at you pretty fast. Sometimes you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but sometimes you're just not supposed to know what comes next. What happens at a fork in the road? Do you follow your gut, your instinct? Do you follow your heart or do you follow plain logic? This is why I prefer numbers and reasoning to life, life matters, and people. Those three are entirely unpredictable while two plus two will always equal four and the quadratic formula will always be x equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac all divided by 2a. I don't consider myself very abstract. I'm straight forward, probably to a fault, but I was raised with the idea that honesty is the best policy, and over time, I've found that to be true. Art is the only form I've really been able to connect with. It's visual, straight forward. I've always enjoyed putting what I felt onto a canvas, real or digital.
4. The Universe. I almost went into law or accounting. I almost gave up art. While law is mostly common sense with a few rules thrown in to keep a society running smoothly, that sometimes fails. Accounting is numbers which leads to that fact that numbers never change. It is only human mistakes that make it seem like the numbers aren't the same. Theoretical mathematical equations cannot be attributed as exact proportions as theories are just highly educated guesses. So, with that thought in mind, can life be compared to a theoretical mathematical equation? Most of us know where we're going. Most of us know that we'll eat, where we'll shower, what we'll get dressed in, where we'll shit, and what we'll breathe tomorrow. Some of think the answer to life is forty-two. What the majority of us don't realize his how quickly something can be taken away. One minute, you're fine, you're in a happy train of thought, completely content with life, and suddenly, it's been shattered, doing a one-eighty in the course of sixty seconds.
5. And everything. I've done a lot of stupid things in my life. Some seemingly "well-calculated" and some not. I've been through more shit than most people go through, but I'm not one to shove it in your face and demand sympathy for it. In fact, I'd rather keep it to myself because what's the point in you knowing everything about me? It's life. It's not always rainbows and butterflies. I've got to suck it up and just roll with the punches. I've come to realize that life isn't about the destination, but the journey through it - the pursuit of happiness. That's exactly what I'm doing.
|
