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Some of us will never sleep again

indigoslumber

Some of us will never sleep again

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I hung out with Nicko for about 24 hours straight. It was pretty dope, its almost like we're siblings. I've never hung out half naked with someone I wasn't intimately involved with. Its got a bit of a refreshing edge to it.

There's so much I could be working on right now. Its like pulling fucking teeth to produce something so far away from its deadline. I don't know what the fucking problem is. I would love to not procrastinate so goddamn much. But I just so happen to work reeeeally well under pressure. Go figure. That's how I got through Fiction II, and the rest of em. And I pulled a fucking A in that class. And that's the one I was going to fucking drop. HA. Never doubt yourself woman. Neeevveerrr. Just shows how much I don't know. God I never know anything. I always think I do, and I absolutely. never. do. I mean, its kind of cool to know that. How lovely, life really is full of surprises. I gotta get writing. Or at least reading, to work towards my goal. God please supply me with a new job. Fuck. I need to get to this myself. Where is my desire. Fuck. I am such a lazy fuck sometimes. Except when I score a 3.6 GPA...! That still is no excuse to lazy through entire days with best friends. Though it is summer. I should really be more productive though. I gotta get a book that's gonna push me towards a goal. And a bike lock. Bike rides to the park. Book reading in the sun. Organic juice? Yes. Sunglasses.

I'm producing a graphic novel within the next 12 months with an amazing cousin of mine. I feel like we were placed in the same family cosmically for a reason. I really should just surround myself and my life with the production of my literature. I should consciously be working consistently towards these goals as much as I possibly can. The 5 piece anthology. Reading for research. Frankenstein and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is what it'll be, I think. I look forward to it.
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