Yet again, I couldn’t sleep. I decided to do something productive. I am discovering that it is difficult to find inspiration while sober these days, but this turned out pretty well. It may be the best sober work of art (excluding digital art) that I have done in the past 5 years, excluding the painting that I did this summer.
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Now I have nothing good to do. I wish I had cable tv to watch. I think I’m going to go have a beer and try going to bed again. Good morning, everyone.
Today was a strange day. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I probably only get about 4 good hours of sleep a night on a good night, but most nights aren’t good nights. I’m generally not reaching REM sleep, and when I do, I tend to wake up in the middle of it. I think I made it worse last night by getting completely smashed. I went to bed a little bit after sunrise and I kept waking up every hour or two. I got up at 10 and was still drunk, so I went back to bed. I basically spent the entire day until 6:00 PM laying in bed half-asleep and waking up from time to time. This in itself isn’t so strange, but the semi-conscious dream/hallucinations were.
That’s a lie. I will probably never be rev, except in the non-rev pseudo-rev sense.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how I do not feel that I am as good of a person as I should be, about how I just don’t have the internal or external power to be as good a person as I should be, about how other people are not as good people as they should be, and about how it is somehow ok with me for most of them to not be but it is not ok with me for me to not be. I can’t seem to resolve this issue because it involves other issues which I am unable to resolve (most importantly, trying to divine the nature of human existence/awareness). It’s bothering me greatly.
So, I watched Zoolander again–Yes, it is incredibly stupid, and yes, I still love it anyway–and while watching it, I noticed something awesome: The Little Kings. The band hanging out at Hansel’s pad, The Little Kings, are a band composed of all midget-members. I totally saw them in concert at HFStival 2002, and I got them to sign my t-shirt. (Unfortunately, I got so sweaty that the ink ran and the signatures faded.)
Also, I gained a new motivational phrase: “I care desperately about what I do. Do I know what product I’m selling? No. Do I know what I’m doing today? No… but I’m here and I’m gonna give it my best shot.”
i am such an ass. if i hadn’t been so lazy and put off getting the cable hooked up, i could have been watching “time squad” just now.
So, today was the day that my dad and mom and I all spent together doing family activity. We went to the Johnson Space Center near Texas City (aka: Houston from “Houston, we have a problem.”). Took some tours, saw some exhibits, watched an iMax film about the international space station. I saw some neat things, some disturbing people, some sexy girls. I took plenty of pictures, but I doubt that very many came out very well. On the way home, we stopped at El Toro for dinner and then rented The Bourne Identity to watch when we got home. And then we watched The Bourne Identity, and it was good. While we were renting the video, I saw an interesting new product. I think that I totally need to get CRUNK!!! in the next couple days before I leave TX.
Anyhow, I will post some pictures from the Space Center as soon as I get them uploaded.
Well, I finished the painting today. It isn’t fantastic, but it is definitely good enough that I am pleased with it overall. I was going to wait till everything had dried before taking and posting another picture, but cereal4killers and so_herewego just posted some artwork and I didn’t want to feel left out.
So without further ado:
The color of the water hyacinth blossoms didn’t capture quite right in this photo because the paint is fairly thick and is still kind of wet. But overall, that’s about how it really looks.
