I'm a sad, sad toaster made of glass.

[arkratirma]

I spent most of today napping. I can't draw. Tried listening to some CDs that Brenna and Kat made for me, but it didn't help. Sigh.

Anyway, I'm going to look up House on Wikipedia to find the name of the song that was at the end of the last episode. It's SO beautiful; Dad matched it pretty closely with his guitar. Then I'm looking up sodium pentabarbitol. I think that's how it's spelled - it's a derivative (or something similar to that) of sodium pentathol. OMG ANESTHESIA IS FUN. A little background 'research' for Brainsick.

I can't write at the moment, either.

I feel dumb. I actually want to begin college, just do SOMETHING to get my creativity working again, but I'm now quite apprehensive towards finishing anything having to do with the DMV. I can't go to college until I begin driving, and I'm not going to make Dad drive me. I just need to grow up (BUT I DON'T WANNA! I WANNA WATCH THE BRAVE LITTLE TOASTER!).

Shit!

Comments

[fierce-desea.livejournal.com]

Awww. *pets*

That song, Mazzy Star's Into Dust, is fucking beautiful. And so is Massive Attack's Angel. <3

[echo-chan.livejournal.com]

Hmm.. Dance? Take a class somewhere? Go to a camp? Roll in the mud?

[arkratirma.livejournal.com]

Dance? OH MY GOD. I wanna dress up as a toaster and tap dance.

I loff mud. <3

[arkratirma.livejournal.com]

INDEED! And now I shall write about a successful experiment I conducted today!