Ketch up Suzuka!

Korea. Ah, Korea. The food, the technology, the filth, the fashion, and the people. But oh, the food. I should make a proper entry of the week I spent, but getting home at 10:30 isn't conducive to the process. I'm still waiting for my toes to regain feeling, and even though I can see my helmet a few feet away, I still feel like I'm wearing it.

I'm sorry to anyone who was reading this regularly; I wasn't doing too well recently, and by that I mean I was significantly depressed. I believe this was related to a few factors, namely:

1) I always get depressed in winter.
2) When I got back from Korea, I hated my job.
3) I forced myself to understand my thoughts regarding Mandy's recent engagement.
4) I was feeling really aimless.

Finding yourself lying on the floor, feeling like you'd prefer to vomit if only there was something in your stomach, staring at the ceiling trying not to think, all because you feel completely alone and like you've made a terrible mistake, makes for poor writing. Since coming back and up to the time of the middle of last week, this was a situation I had found myself in twice. I don't recommend it; the floor is rather cold, and nothing gets solved.

The first point needs no explanation past this: I don't like winter because I don't get outside as much, and I really dislike being cold.

For the second, I think it's always difficult after a vacation to get back into the routine. In this case, it was a bit more difficult because I've only been doing this job a short time, and after a few months, I really wasn't liking it. After coming back, it felt like I had forgotten everything. After the first week of this year, that's changed; I'm having a decent time, and I see that improving.

The third point deserves a post of its own, the judgment from which I really don't want to hear about if it's not well-founded and thought through. I feel that sharing my thoughts should be sufficient; that post is already written, and a friend has given me confidence that I'm neither crazy nor stupid.

The aimless bit is ongoing, but greatly improving. I've finally signed up for Japanese classes (they started last Sunday), and I'm looking more thoroughly for things to do. I've also made some serious attempts in recent time to open other cans of worms that I've left on the shelf for years, including such major topics as religion and marriage. It's difficult at times to concede that my barriers to these topics were substantially more developed than what they defended.

All of the above made me less inclined to write, which may have been for the better, since it wouldn't have turned out as well. I probably would have let my mood permeate my ramblings.

To Leah: I'm working on retrieving your package from the mail service. When I get it in my hands, I'll let you know.

Lastly, I finished my Suzuka Enduro Race video. It's not exactly impressive, but after going through all 90 minutes of footage, I realized how little material I actually had. So, what it became was 3:01 of what I could find. It will hopefully become part of a larger 2011 project. Link to video: Suzuka Race.

Today's quote comes from a YouTube video of a guy calling himself, "The Hip Hop Preacher." His real name is Eric Thomas. I disagree with his severity at times, but for the most part, I think he does a good job of calling his audience out on their being soft. And as for me, I cannot say I'm not in his definition. This has been running through my head: "When you want it as much as you want to breath, that's when you'll be successful."

Today's humor comes from xkcd, and reminds me to take it all less seriously. Lease.