I tend to cycle through hobbies a lot, both the amount of time I spend hobbying around and the actual hobby I'm hobbying. As long as I feel like I'm making something or have some sort of creative outlet I'm usually pretty happy.

Right now I'm in the middle of a project making a candle holder out of cats eye glass marbles for one of my stoner friends as a surprise. (And I'm finding out that not all marbles are exactly the same size which I'm finding out for this is a pain in the ass)

I'm rebounding into an obsession with constructing buildings out of a single set of Jenga blocks, something I started doing after really stressful periods of work to distract my mind from the day.

I played trumpet for 13+ years in various school bands and I still try to find excuses to bring it out when I can. Playing alone isn't nearly as much fun as it is with a band, though.

Origami and very serious movie-watching are two of my most staple hobbies. I just started going through this box set of films with watching Head and Easy Rider, I'm hoping to watch the rest this week. In my last origami endeavor I tried to make my own tissue foil paper but it failed so miserably that I've steered away from anything origami-related for a while.

I decided to make myself a wooden bed-frame from scratch on a whim last year because I needed one and had spare wood in the backyard so I guess that kinda counts.

For whatever reason I tend to really private about my hobbies, though. If someone else is in the same room as me I can't do almost any of these things without becoming neurotic about what I'm doing. When I was making the bedframe I was living with 4 other roommates and I had to wait for the perfect weekend when no one else was around so that I could actually get to work on it.

Oh, and reading. I was on a 2+ year reading dry spell but I went on a rampage this past year. I read more books than probably the last 5 years combined, enough to make me wonder why I ever stopped.