I spent the entire night from midnight on watching this very captivating man paint on a huge piece of wood. We talked and listened to good music. He was smoking joints and hand rolled cigarettes. I ended up passing out at 4:20 AM.
I just woke up around 1:30 through a bunch of weird, exciting dreams. Lie in bed with my cats for a minute. Thats when I realized that I need to be more interesting. Work on hobbies and activities more than sit on my ass thinking the computer will make me cool if I used it for 12 hours a day. James is coming over to paint and I'm going spend some time reading. I need to clean this fucking room and change the sheets. I'm goign to tackle the long list of books I've always wanted to read but was always too lazy to do. I need to work harder on my programming and music theory. My other classes are ordinary so I just need to make good grades. I want to start drawing and maybe painting again. I need an outlet. I need multiple outlets.