Things that inspire me.
I want to read this guy's blog: http://thesunishotterhere.blogspot.com/ He won a scholarship. I need to do this.
This week I wrote a detailed life plan. I want to make a masterpiece. But of course there are many levels that I must cross before I get there.
I am now thinking realistically about this. The sick and slow pace of the improving of my skills as an artist is driving me into a state of red hot agitation. Shake me once, shake me twice and I break. I am fragile like the crust of the earth.
I had a dream about Empire Records. I was working in a record shop that sells CDs. 1,2,3,4,5,6. "Yes, that record is a great one. "You will definitely want to buy that one." I flirt with my customers and they buy 10 CDs.
I fucking miss the 90s. I miss being a rebel without a cause, fighting for ideals in a society that I do no even know the realities of yet. I miss living a life of searching for what feels good and for experiences that help me learn.
I miss places. I miss people. I miss my aunt.