Even these dirty hands could be used as
inspiration for a new piece.
Everything looks like art to these eyes.
I've come to realize today that I am indefinitely addicted to not getting enough sleep. No matter how tired I am, I mentally persuade myself into staying up longer. In the event that I actually do make it to bed at a decent hour, it takes me no less than two hours to fall asleep, due to my thought process that is the equivalent to socks on a rug - enough friction to send electronic shocks down your body, dare I close my eyes.
Not that I'm in a rush to blog about anything in particular, I just felt compelled. Kind of like I felt compelled to eat those vegan nachos at 10pm last night. Bad idea.
Speaking of bad ideas ... I have officially ended the Pickle debate. And you'll understand why after you read through this. I believe I left off with the night that I was being chased down the empty streets of New York by a Moth Man. The following night (and my last pickle, thank God), I had one last nightmare. You would think that multiple nights of pickle eating before bedtime would really mess with your head, causing multiple nightmares that will most likely leave you scarred for life if you were to ever encounter a trigger from one of your nightmares, or a pickle. Instead, my nightmare freakishly picked up exactly where it left off. Tell me you're not already terrified. And you haven't even heard the actual nightmare yet ...
As Moth Man was flapping his wings and getting closer and closer to me, I ran fast and faster. [The coolest part of this nightmare, is that I was wearing all black: black skinny jeans, a black tee, and a black leather jacket. How stealth of me.] I was terrified of Moth Man, for obvious reasons, but felt like I could really outrun him. We ran for hours. Most of the nightmare was just running, looking back, being unexplainably terrified, then more running, repeat, repeat. Then I remembered a critical tool that was in my pocket. A gun. I pulled out my gun. Turned around, and shot Moth Man with the angriest face I could make. Now that Moth Man is dead, I've ended my pickle eating before bed routine. Now Moth Man can never come back. Ever. Because I killed him. No more pickles.
Here's a few random thoughts that are on my mind [in no particular order]:
I engaged in a little small talk with a friend earlier about how the news reports falsities. Let me elaborate. The "news" on the news are not so much "news" at all. They are in fact stories that could potentially rope viewers in, mainly during dinner time, to get them interested. Then, not only does the ridiculousness stop there, but they insist on dragging it out for days, just to keep you coming back for more. I'm no scientist, but I'm pretty sure that Tiger Woods' affairs happens all over the world, every second of the day. Why does the media feel the need to drag it out for months, just because the guy can hit a golf ball and has a gig with Gatorade. Maybe this is just my big heart and the things I've seen with my own two eyes, but I think we, as a nation, can come up with a couple of things to talk about, rather than love affairs. Celebrity related stories should not be allowed on the news, unless it's a death/birth. But that's just my opinion.
Have you ever wondered if every single person actually has an aura? In case you're unfamiliar with what an "aura" is, it is the glow of colors that surround a person. Some people feel that the colors reflect the inner soul of a person. I wish I had the ability to see people's aura's. I definitely feel a certain color on a daily basis, usually more than one color as the day progresses. (I sound ridiculous, I know.) But I'm never actually seen an aura. I guess some people feel intense emotion or feel a certain way physically, I just feel like a color. By the way, today I feel celeste, a very pale blue. I've been sleepy and napping all day, and kind of in a mellowed out mood. Definitely a change of pace for me.
I would like to make a list of all of the things that I see in one day. Then compare that list with a list of things that I remember from that day. Just to see if it would surprise me in either direction.
I am in serious need of a mental health day. If I could have just one mental health day, this is what my agenda would look like:
- Sleep late and wake up without an alarm clock. [Waking up naturally, when the body is done being fully rested is the healthiest way to wake up.]
- Take a shower, followed by a hot bath. [Lights off, candles lit, and mimosa included.]
- Go to the park/beach/ride my bike. Anything outdoors that will give me inspiration.
- Paint for hours off of my inspiration from activity listed above.
- Spend time with someone that I really enjoy the company of.
- Spend a little time writing.
- Paint some more.
I am easy to please. In fact, if you'd really like to impress me, take me to a park I've never been to before. Or take me to an art exhibit or gallery. Or maybe take me to one of those indie film viewings they have have on the roof of a building in Brooklyn. [THAT, is pure romance to me.] Then you can take me out for a small dinner at a hole in the wall restaurant that I've probably walked by a hundred times, never looking twice at, but they have the best food. If you spend any more than $25-$30 on me on our date, then you've tried to hard. Why do guys feel like they have to go big to impress? Honestly, hand me a flower that you picked from a strangers garden, and tell me that's where you got it from, and you'll probably have me right there.
Unfortunately, I do not have this worry. Boys simply do not want to date me. I blame it on living within the wrong demographic.
Current Listen: Dance Dance Dance - Lykke Li [Lykke is adorable, she really is, but she is definitely a strange bird. My friend introduced me to her music and, while I need to be in the right mood to listen to her, she's got a good thing going. Give it a spin!]
