Yar!

There's not a care in the world that could bring my mood down today. 'Fake it 'til you make it', the moto of my life. I'm brought back now to recall the application of emotional intelligence. How will I feel if. I have a number of chores to attend to, it feels as though they take priority over school work. Right now I'm caught up in social conflict trying to find a group I fit in with, that seems very important and blurring the lines between house work, school work and relationships is my MHS transcript which I still need to have sent to NSCAD.

It's not that I'm looking for distraction or a way out, I'm looking for satisafaction, and I'm not sure how, who, or what that means. What I do know is that I want to be satisfied all the time. I want to feel satisfied. I'm not sure if sexual gratification is the solution. Or satiating my appetite, though it is likely they both play a role. I could hypothesize that doing my best to fulfill the needs Maslow outlines with his hierarchy may lead to more feelings of satisfaction. This would make my first goals to be sleep, nourishment, sex, defication,  and breathing. Strangely enough, now that I've slept and eaten I'm working on my blog which might be considered to be a manifestation of a higher need. I did a bit of research on graduate schools, possibly as a means to satisfy my security needs, and now blogging which may or may not be an attemp at fulfilling love or esteem needs. What I would really like to uncover are successfull behaviours that lead to the fulfillment of all my needs, basic, security, love, esteem ,and self-actualization. I'll do my best to keep an accurate record of routines I use to satisfy each, and try to come up with improvements. What need, for example, does chore work fulfill?

It's really hard to find a community where I feel I fit in. A group of people who shares the same values I do. It would help if I were able to identify my core values. I'm working on a piss now.

I'm a minute into the score for the next track on the debut album. It's called 'Stack'. I could keep working on it. It's almost supper time now and I haven't done any school work yet today. Though when I started typing this blog update it was with the intention to warm up my psych paper.

Who will wash the dishes when I'm dead?

Who will clean and fold the sheets I place upon my bed?