Tomorrow’s my weekend so I’m hanging out downstairs waiting for the oven to preheat, flipping back and forth between South Park “Pee” and Into The Universe With Stephen Hawking.
Sometimes I love being me.
I keep seeing this everywhere. I think it means I need to finally watch it.
In other news, I’m feeling more like myself. Slowly but surely. Hopefully that means the stress and the inevitable drug use that follows is wearing off. Maybe one of these days I’ll actually start to write again. Until then, I’ll stick to painting I suppose:
this is good. summer is right around the corner. i’ve spent the whole semester waiting for this so that i would have free time to do the things i really love doing.
now, of course, writing seems to have completely lost its edge. nothing i do makes me feel as of late. i don’t know if it’s my job numbing me out, or just everything in between. i do not know where to go from here.
which i suppose, in a way, is sort of exciting too.
I must be one of the most productive people alive. Only my second day off and I’ve completed three huge projects (for the most part), completed all the chores and shopping and it’s only 1pm. Haha. Now what the fuck am I going to do all day?
I love when things happen like this. No strings, no ties, no awkward precedent. Just friends without too much talk or touch with some butterflies thrown in. Moderation. What a wonderful concept.
