this afternoon I finally got myself a fountain pen (albeit a 3 dollar one) but i've wanted one for the past 2 weeks. i swear my writing just became a thousand times clearer, and my creativity flows through the pen like a broken dam. it's cause the tip of these pens have an edge and you think about what your pen is doing more. I just remembered that's where i left my gloves, at aboveground! now I don't have to wear my dad's puffy sleeved ones ..oh god the bike home was brutal without them, i couldn't keep my sleeves over my fingers and the wind was rated at 45 km/h today :(
i went to the
gime with my friend cause I can sneak in free. i'm trying specifically to not become huge, just healthy...guys that go there everyday look stupid. when i got home I listened to some casio tone for the painfully alone - was really good but had to turn off cause i just wasn't in the mood for something that mellow and it was making me debby downer, so i put on Vivaldi who is a mad stupid composer born and raised in the 17th century. I can't believe this was made at a time when there wasn't even electricity or pens or ANYTHING. thanks for making me feel like i've achieved nothing in my life antonio
I miss art very much and it is effecting my mood. i haven't made anything in a while except for things that weren't assignments... In 1st year you're pushed to do everything and you're forced to do lots of new things. all research and no play makes matt dull boy