this is why i don't get invited to parties

Right, but here's the obligatory "why is everything awesome" post.
Just kidding, I don't feel like it, again.
In short: Friday I hung out with Korrin, Saturday I drank with Michelle, Brandon and Michal and Sunday was spent with my mom and brother, with this beautiful weather. That was all awesome, art classes are going wonderfully right meow, I've been hanging out with people more often, etc. Today I went on a date with an incredibly nice boy and it was cool and stuff but I am an apathetic machine, so I suppose we shall see how that plays out. I do not believe I am worthy of such kindness. Cats are, but, meow. Valid closing sentence.

I am very inspired to make art lately. I'm really liking my printmaking class, have noticed I'm improving (slowly) at figure drawing and absolutely love collage and ceramics. This summer I hope to practice portrait drawing and force my friends' lovely mugs to be models. Mhmm. I also will be making collages! Art is just about the only thing that can hold my interest lately. Everything else just makes me think until my brain burns and I become trapped. It's being trapped in a sharp cycle, overthinking. Careful not to impale yourself meow.

More and more, I am not wanting to go into sociology or psychology. I'm not sure I believe in the system. I'm now thinking of non profit organizations, art therapist or professional hobo. If I choose professional hobo, I'll gradually start cutting off my friends' toes while they pass out drunk and start saving them up. Once I am living my life on the streets, I'll vegin selling off the toes on the black market so I can get by, comfortably uncomfortably. All the while, I'll be writing a book about life as a toe thief and by the standard retirement age I'll be living on my own private island. Okay, makes sense, goodnight