3.16.2008

it's raining. again. the brakes on my bike don't work in the rain. i want to take the rest of my zyprexa and sleep until all this cloud cover goes away and the sun comes out.
this morning i rode to campus and hung all the art for the big fine arts party on tuesday and smoked pot out back of the visual arts building with all the pretty people and ate chocolate and laughed and laughed when deb said the janitorial staff is terrified to clean up in there because they never know if all that stuff all over the studio floors is art or garbage. i'm getting close to the end but whenever i walk into that building i want to change my major. spend eight months out of the year painting and drawing and taking photographs and making things out of buttons and hemp twine. whenever i walk into that building i think it would be better for my soul. art is the only way i know how to recharge and right now there is just no time.
went to bean with janine and bought thirty-five dollars worth of produce and now i'm trying to scrounge up some kind of motivation to do the eight light years worth of work i need to be doing, but the sky is white and the pavement is wet and the sight of headlights reflected in the cement this early in the day just makes me want to read my tarot cards and hide under a blanket on my sofa and watch really sad movies and cry and cry even though i am so. tired. of crying.

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