It’s… March. Wow. My Daylight Savings post is only like 3 down. Damn you Tony-of-6-months-ago! Here’s your fricken hour back.
Short and sweet—this blog has apparently turned into a biographical tome, something to jot down a frame of mind. A frame of mind that never really changes… only the circumstances around me differ. I’m still stoner Tony from college, gamer Tony from high school, lame Tony from junior high, clueless Tony from elementary, and what-the-hell-is-going-on Tony from 4 years old.
Major things: music has been coming along, stylistically. I finished my whole year’s worth of studying production, to finally figure out how to produce (see earlier posts). I needed to figure out what to produce, what “good” music was. Now I’m there. And now I just need to take those ideas into songs. It’s not so much different from fleshing out a thesis into an essay, or a news bit into an article. I have good ideas, I know how to write, I know how to polish stuff up. And much like my blog posts, my songs meander, with no real direction. But at least my songs are “talking” about something good, in a cool-sounding way.
Beyond that, I’m going to be moving out soon, which I’m hoping will give me a much-needed refresh. A $650/month refresh, but a refresh nonetheless. I’ve started studying for my GMATs again, and have gone through a little maturation period.
Growing up isn’t really about learning new things… it’s confirming to yourself what you thought was right, was right all along. Vegetables taste better as you get older. Not because they taste any different—I’d still take a Happy Meal over a salad, based on taste alone. But they taste better because it’s the right thing to eat, and it makes you feel better after you eat them. Deferred rewards.
As I’m growing older, saving money becomes easier to do. It wasn’t because I once thought saving money was the wrong thing to do, it’s because the feeling behind it changed.
Working hard and studying, toning down on going out, feels better (okay, I hear you guys laughing, but seriously, I do get in a lot of personal time =P). Working out feels better. Okay maybe not, working out actually doesn’t feel as good as reading for 3 hours, but my point’s been made.
And that’s basically been my mindset over the past few weeks. Don’t see it changing anytime soon.
P.S. (Addendum post—Business School, Here I Come!) I used to think going to business school would doom me into life as another cog in the wheel, but I’m looking at it in a different light now. Sure, there’s a chance I could end up in middle management, with a dead-end job, but that’s if I don’t put in the work. If I’m lazy, I don’t get the prime positions in life. Guess I should try to see what I can achieve, and bitch or downgrade from it when I’m there. Pretty confident I’ll always make do with what I have.







