happy, comfy, curious, happy, motivated, happy
i enjoy the smell of cutting wood and greasy turning metal gears.
i enjoy the construction.
i enjoy the design but more so the construction, the building.
i like walking into my room, throwing everything in my hands on to the ground, ripping off my clothes, and sprawling in my underware on my pull out couch. its the only relaxation i get in these busy days and weeks besides when i sleep.
and when i sleep i enjoy my dreams. im fascinated. i dont want to wake up sometimes. lacking sleep makes me day dream all day. like im catching up very slowly. though last night i dreamed of strange and awful things.
i dreamed i was swimming in a pool with teague and kyle. kyle wasnt coming back to the surface for a while, so i dove down to find him. all i could see infront of me was him holding on to a rope to keep himself from being sucked into some sort of giant fan sucking in water. he looked at me and told me he had to let go. i said no. but he did and the pool was filled instanly with blood and guts. i swam back up and flung myslef onto the side of the pool crying. teague was crying. we went to safeway in a daze looking for food so we could just hide ourselves inside, eating and watching movies in an attempt to forget what just happened. rusty was there in a blazer and maroon shirt looking like a douche bag and pretending to be surprised to see me when he'd been following me around the store.
i have no idea. but i really woke up thinking that kyle was dead and how he died before he had a chance to cover up his pokemon tattoo on his leg. i think he was going to black his entire leg out with tattoo ink.
strange.
in other news, i cut my finger open on lighting equipment last night. the sight of the blood made me feel like i was going to pass out, as did the thought of my blood pumping through my veins. my first injury in this profession. i guess i should be proud.
i enjoy the construction.
i enjoy the design but more so the construction, the building.
i like walking into my room, throwing everything in my hands on to the ground, ripping off my clothes, and sprawling in my underware on my pull out couch. its the only relaxation i get in these busy days and weeks besides when i sleep.
and when i sleep i enjoy my dreams. im fascinated. i dont want to wake up sometimes. lacking sleep makes me day dream all day. like im catching up very slowly. though last night i dreamed of strange and awful things.
i dreamed i was swimming in a pool with teague and kyle. kyle wasnt coming back to the surface for a while, so i dove down to find him. all i could see infront of me was him holding on to a rope to keep himself from being sucked into some sort of giant fan sucking in water. he looked at me and told me he had to let go. i said no. but he did and the pool was filled instanly with blood and guts. i swam back up and flung myslef onto the side of the pool crying. teague was crying. we went to safeway in a daze looking for food so we could just hide ourselves inside, eating and watching movies in an attempt to forget what just happened. rusty was there in a blazer and maroon shirt looking like a douche bag and pretending to be surprised to see me when he'd been following me around the store.
i have no idea. but i really woke up thinking that kyle was dead and how he died before he had a chance to cover up his pokemon tattoo on his leg. i think he was going to black his entire leg out with tattoo ink.
strange.
in other news, i cut my finger open on lighting equipment last night. the sight of the blood made me feel like i was going to pass out, as did the thought of my blood pumping through my veins. my first injury in this profession. i guess i should be proud.