now that i’ve ranted. i’m nervous about having to rewrite my paradise lost essay. i think it went about it all wrong and what needed revision now needs to be razed to the ground. i made a new art piece. used images from that stock exchange place. i hadn’t done anything artistic in so long it was a challenge. i also reworked the layout of my art site. i have to look at it in firefox (the school computers only use ie).
my life is safely boring, at the moment. no real crisises except that i have no meds left and i’ll probably have to drive quite a ways to get a refill. i hate driving by myself. i hate doing just about anything by myself. i don’t need a person’s attention to be on me but i just need someone i know close by (unless i’m at school or work). i wonder what the doctors would call that. pathetic? i know that doctor from the hospital when i was seventeen called it borderline. isn’t everybody borderline these days? everyone self-diagnoses. i try to refrain from that because it gets me nowhere. i’ll just stick with what the doctor throws at me and work from there.
Don’t like driving alone? Thats where the best day dreams come from. Sometimes the dreams are so good you can’t even remember what roads you took to get to your final destination. My other favorite thing about driving alone was looking for booger pickers. The best place to find a booger picker is at a light. When your alone your not obligated to say “ugghh how gross” just because your friends ridding shotty. You can sit there thinking “I realy hope you get it dude because this light is short and its another three miles before the next light”.
i do have daydreams when driving alone. i’ll get wrapped up in ‘writing’ a poem. i sing along to my cd, too. i probably look pretty silly but it’s the only place i ever allow myself to sing. don’t look for the booger pickers. *g*
i guess i mean alone when i’m driving to places i have a hard time getting to. like when i drove to beverly hills (which takes forever to get to) to meet some friends. or the doctors.