I wake up every morning and think about how fucking nice sleeping is.
Every day, when the big hand is on the 4 and the little hand is on the 3, I get a squeal in my head.
Every day, I wait til I can come home and write and paint and dance and sing and draw..
Every day.
Every single day I breathe so that the air can oxygenate the cells that compose my body so I can do all of these things, and I'm glad I have every single one of them.

I just want to get out of the rut though...I'm pullin so hard but I'm stuck worse than a camel in quicksand. I can feel it's coming soon, due to all that has been going on and how I've thrown basically all my relationships out the window. It's refreshing, I think.

I just have a few more weeks of school left.
I need to get rid of financial worries. I'm so broke I can't even pay my celly bill.
Maybe I should tap dance on mill all Josephine Baker-style.
OH CRAP! mother's day is coming up.
OH CRAP! I have an opportunity to make money by watching kids all day.
OH CRAP! I want to be left alone.

OH CRAP! sometimes, when people talk, I get a flash thought of punching them and it's really funny cause when people get punched int he face, they make the dumbest face ever. hahahahaha. its like...FAT and "...derr" and "I'm so stupid, I wouldn't know a punch if it hit me in the face!" hahahahaha.
Call me messed up, but if you think about it, it truely IS funny. Especially when the hair flies up.
Just think of jackie chan or something getting hit.

Tomorrow is my art day. I'm really stoked.
The next day is my academic day. My motivation is to do well so I don't have to take study hall next year so I can leave school an hour early.
MAN, everything is pointless!