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I think one of the main goals I have in life is to be interesting. There’s this sticky note on my end table that says “be more awe-inspiring today”.

It’s been there for a while now, and I glance at it every now and then and it reminds me to be, well, awe-inspiring.

I guess “interesting” and “awe-inspiring” are cousins.

I just want to lead a well-lived life. That’s what it’s all about for me.

About a week ago, a beautiful blue-eyed boy asked me the following question: “What did you do today?” My brief, uninteresting answer consisted mostly of: “nothing much”.

What did you do today?

This question has stuck with me. I might be adding another sticky note to my table soon.

What did you do today?

What did you do today? Anything interesting? Anything awe-inspiring? Anything that will help lead your life to where you want it to go?

Anything at all?

No?

My term “interesting” can be as general or as specific as you want it to be.

“Interesting” can be going scuba-diving with chinese dolphins, or buying a new brand of toothpaste.

I like to group “interesting” in with “awe-inspiring”, though. That’s just me.

So, how to be an interesting person:

1. Read. Old books, new books. The news. Your Twitter feed. Blogs written by intelligent people. Just read!

2. Watch movies. Classics. Crappy horror flicks. RomComs. Foreign films with subtitles.

3. Travel. Go camping in the middle of the woods. Go to Las Vegas. Go to the beach. Go to a crowded shopping mall. Fly in an airplane. Take a train across the country.

4. Talk. Meet new people. Talk to the old lady in the grocery store. That coworker you’ve never spoken to. The waitress. The person next to you on the subway. Your mom.

5. Write. Write things down. On actual paper. Put the time, date, and location on everything. Be one of those people who carry around a notebook.

6. Take Photographs. All the time. Everywhere you go! Feel free to upload them all using various filters on Instagram. (follow me! @ohnewfree)

This is my list so far! I’m sure it will grow with time, just like my sticky note collection. All I know is that I’d like to do something interesting at least once a day, just in case that blue-eyed boy asks me: “What did you do today?” again some time. I’d also like to be able to answer that question for myself.

It’s Monday! A late Monday… but, still Monday.

“Monday” is sort of a bad word, isn’t it? Ugh, it’s Monday.

So, to help with the international Monday blues, I thought up

Good Music Monday

This catchy title has been bobbing around in my head for awhile, and on this lovely Monday night, I thought I’d add in a little good music. Oh, and I’m also going to use this opportunity to study up on my roman numerals.

So, without further ado…

Father John Misty

I found this guy mostly on accident. I’ve been a big fan of Dallas Clayton and his Poetry for a while now, and from him I stumbled on to Alexi Wasser and imboycrazy.com, a website which happened to feature a music video by the guy whose name is up there above, big and bold; I hope you didn’t miss ┬áthat.

His actual real name is Josh Tillman, who apparently was a member of the band Fleet Foxes before he began is FJM gig. I’d heard of Fleet Foxes before, but I had never listened to their music until I “discovered” Father John Misty. I was surprised to find that I didn’t like the music of the Fleet Foxes. It just wasn’t my style. Good thing Josh left the band (or whatever – I didn’t Google it), because Father John Misty, is, well, beautiful.

Aside from the fact that every time I say, “I’m listening to Father John Misty”, it sounds like I’m at a church service. Freaky. Man, I can dig it.

Ok, here, listen.

If you’ve got a spare 45 minutes, Father John Misty’s new album “fear fun” is avails to listen to entirely here via YouTube.

If not, here’s the song that got me hooked.

I think Father John Misty is a very interesting creature. His song “I’m Writing A Novel” makes me want to dance, “Everyman Needs a Companion” makes me curl into a ball and cuddle my Ipod, while with “Misty’s Nightmares 1 & 2”, I enjoy screaming along to “Gonna take my life back one day” as I drive to work at 5AM.

You can get some Misty for yourself here.

Go forth, and enjoy your Good Music Monday.

The man can howl.

I may be going to the movies this week. Alone. (“what?!”, you say.)

My school’s having this free-movie-ticket day/party, and the one friend I usually go to these types of things with can’t go/I’m getting tired of going to these things with my one friend. (It’s sort of like in high school, when the teacher goes, “you can pick your partner to work with today!” and you turn to that one friend over and over again and just nod.)

Free movie tickets! The best things in life! I am so not passing this up. But, at the same time, I feel like it’s considered “weird” or “strange” to go to the movies alone. Who goes to movies alone? (“Hey, group of friends, look at that sad, lonely person sitting by themselves and eating popcorn with no one to share it with! What?!”)

In the same vein, it’s “weird”, maybe even weirder, to go to a restaurant alone. Why, though? Are restaurants strictly “social” places these days? Like clubs, or, um, golf courses? You just go there to eat stuff, yeah? And it’s not so weird to eat alone at, say, Taco Bell(? Where do you people eat these days?)

Another thing I’ve noticed: Cool people eat alone. I follow authors on the Twitter and they’re always going on about “oh going out to eat now for a bite of lunch where shall I sit since I am going alone?” (Not an actual Tweet.) When I read that, I don’t think it’s weird, what they’re doing. I admire them! Because it feels weird to do “alone” things that are meant to be “social” things, according to society (and that annoying group of friends that always sits behind you everywhere you go, including this website. Don’t look over your shoulder, b.t.w.).

If they can do it, so can I. Right? (So can you!) Being alone at the movies seems easier than dining alone, anyway. Once the movie starts, you become one with the staring, gaping, popcorn-popping crowd. (That feeling is awesome, b.t.w.)

Wow. So much b.t.w. is happening in this post. Should I stop typing now? Probably. But I’ll never do that!

Ok, so, I’m going to do this! (Maybe. There aren’t any good movies out, anyway, are there?) I’m pro at being alone. I need to practice being alone with lots of people around! …

(and, another one ending in the silent ellipses. You’re welcome, internet!)

P.s. Have you seen this fantastic internet video? How To Be Alone:

I have this never-ending desire to make things. To create.

It’s annoying.

I feel so much bigger than who I am. I am pulled to become this person. The person I want to become is a creator.

Not just blog posts, or poetry. Not just weird online videos. I want to be a part of something. Community. I want to hang out with amazing creative, talented people and create together. (Do I sound crazy right now? Have you stopped reading already?)

The Oscars were on tonight. Or the Academy Awards? I don’t get why the same show has two different names (couldn’t they decide?), but whatever. We just go with it, don’t we?

I tried my best to avoid that whole thing. I really did. I napped through the first half (and unfortunately was rudely awoken) and dodged the downstairs T.V. and twitter long enough (WHY is that show so long, anyway?!) to only catch the gist of it.

On the surface, the oscars (academy awards? whatever, just go with it) is a lot of over-paid celebrities in overly-expensive dresses (slash suits) being really funny (trying) in front of a camera while a whole lot of “regular” people watch from their living rooms. It’s glitzy, and pretty, and it gives people a lot to talk about (I guess? I MEAN DID YOU SEE WHAT SHE WAS WEARING?).

But, I think underneath all of that (you have to dig real far down) are really awesome people (for the most part) who are talented and creative and, um, awesome. (Or so we are led to believe. You have to be all of those things to get into show biz, right? Sign me up.)

So, although I despise the oscars/academy awards for what they seem to be on the surface (and what people watch the show for), I love what it’s meant to be about. I love all of the directors, photographers, screen play writers, etc., who we usually don’t get to see, pop up on our televisions in their lovely suits with their lovely selves and take home little statues of shiny gold naked men. Er, I mean, I love that we pay tribute to these people. The masterminds of creativity on this planet! Right?

That’s what I want to be a part of. The masterminding. (Sounds like a good Sci-fi flick. BRB! gotta get writing…) Not the showy part. Not the part that “regular” people watch for. I want to be a part of the group that makes the stuff. Not the people watching from their living room couches/chairs while wearing fancy clothes.

So, who’s in? Who wants to hang out and make stuff? Coffee? Anyone?