Art
This year's party was a little less exciting than anticipated, but afterwards things started to look up.
I'm thankful that most of my good friends showed up and I want to apologize to anyone who may not have had a good time on behalf of my bad mood.
Which brings me to my next subject: bad moods.
I feel like I've been in a bad mood for two weeks straight, and it's about time for me to get out of it.
Art has helped a lot. Meditation, in a way. Astral projection onto a canvas.
I'm reading "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest".
I want Sean to read it. He'd probably be able to testify/identify with it.
But Sean doesn't read. Not whole books, anyway.
Sean and I sat and drew together tonight. I drew a girl's portrait, and he tagged his nickname.
I can't remember what his nickname is right now. He told me to pick one. I picked Cloud 9 as a joke, and he liked it. So I tagged it.
I was looking through an ancient sketchbook from when i was probably 9 years old, and in it I found the early evidence of my artistic (in)abilities. Pictures of girls, pictures of dogs, pictures of clothes and swimsuits. And a picture of crucified Jesus, right in the front. "The Proud Tree" was the title. I don't know, maybe it was something I learned in good ol' Catholic Sunday school, but I think it's pretty deep. I mean, I was a kid. Also in the sketchbook is a picture of Sean's dragon. He always used to draw that thing; on my white board, in his notebooks, in my sketchbooks... I always admired his talent. His way of drawing is really unorthodox. I know it seems like there's a chance that there's something similar out there, but I really don't think so. It's different when your drawings come from mental battles.
Rachel is living with us now. If you don't know who Rachel is, she's a friend of my brothers and mine. Going through a divorce or something; power to her.
She's staying in the basement.
She's a chain smoker.
But I like her. She's kind of badass.
This weekend is going to be a good weekend. Despite the fact that my camera got sent back to me without a lens, YET AGAIN.
Whatevz. At least I'm getting the camera. I'll be grateful for that (for now).
I think it's about time I let the world know how much I really love and appreciate John Mitchell. You guys don't even know how great it is to be in love with not only a person, but your best friend. He truly is the source of my happiness.
And now it's time for bed. Or, staying up later, just not on livejournal.