This is the song, for now, that best illustrates a certain joy and frustration of mine. Of Montreal wrote and performed it, and I lived it:

AN ODE TO THE NOCTURNAL MUSE

I love to sleep
I love my bed
cause it brings strange dreams to me
and life's much better when I’m asleep I can see anything
don’t have to worry about anything

I know you love to sleep
you love your pillows
cause they bring sweet dreams to you
and life's much better when you’re asleep
you can do anything don’t have to fuss over anything

I can’t wait to be old growing senile together
holding hands and both completely out of our heads
We won’t notice when we’re dead
we’ll be too busy dreaming too busy dreaming
We’ll be too busy dreaming

Life's much better when you’re asleep
you can do anything don’t have to fuss over anything

Well there’s nothing quite as great
it’s my favorite mental state
subconscious stream of thought
creates avant garde films in my mind
and watching them is how I like to spend my time
I love to sleep I love my bed
cause it brings strange dreams to me
and life's much better when I’m asleep
I can do anything
don’t have to care about anything

I can’t wait to be old growing senile together
holding hands and both completely out of our heads
We won’t notice when we’re dead
we’ll be too busy dreaming too busy dreaming
We’ll be too busy dreaming
.....

Yep. I've written a lot lately, and I need to do art...but first perhaps some homework? Thanksgiving was pleasant, and messy, and frustrating, and interesting. I don't know how to describe it all. I wish things in my life were simpler. That the sun didn't set so early. That I didn't want to sleep more, even after 12 hours of it.

I'm up now. What do you want?

- fin -

I'm on reserve power now, so I've got to make this quick.

Today was shit-tastic, but I no longer care - for in 4 hours I get up, in 5 hours I get on a bus, in 7 hours I'll arrive at the airport, in 9 hours (about) I'll be on a plane...and then on another plane a bit later...and then in 15 hours I'll be in the arms of my girlfriend.

FUCK YOU WORLD!

It's unfortunate that so much of my time will be taken up by sitting in the plane. I'll bring my sketchbook, see if I can't entertain myself.

I'm currently nursing a fascination for geniuses, especially of the prodigy and savant variety. Also spent some time learning about how people make roads, recently.

I hope my fishy children survive my absence!

-fin-

INTERNET LOVE GODDESS

SO, today I wanted to work on a paper. It NEVER happened. Not even a little bit. But this doesn't bother me to terribly...I have over 10 hours to work on it tomorrow/today! It's only 3-4pgs.

But anyway, I ran across this:

http://www.projectkooky.com/erika/

And I'm afraid I'm a little infatuated with her. Like, she's a comic artist. Wow. And she's in love with her art, like I am. I love her style, SO much, but she's got a hold of textures, color and shading like I don't yet....oh there's so much I could LEARN from her there! She's older than me (either 23 or 25? I'm not sure) and I know she's out of college. But she's living in my FUCKING TOWN. I mean, no way? People as awesome as this should be living in bum-fuck-nowhere, not at HOME, right?!

So how creepy would it be to email her and be like, want to hang out I read all about you on your webpage? Yes, the answer is very creepy. And she has a livejournal which I don't do anymore. NO devart. NO facebook. Myspace is creeeepy. SO, she may remain someone for me to quitely desire, but not in a creepy way.

AND she's totally cute. Did I mention she's totally cute? I can read what I wrote before and see I haven't, but still, she's so totaly really cute. And unavailable. But available for a bender? Hm. She could teach me the ways of P-Town, being the suburbanite that I am.

And she used the phrase "if wishes were fishes" in one of her pieces. I have a special affinity to that phrase. And she keeps her hair real short and she is only really occasionally atracted to guys but more usually women (just like me!) and she doesn't always have an easy time getting up, and she's hairy! Seriously, like God was sitting up in heaven after the platypus and was like "let's make someone who is enough like Maddie to intruige her and hook her, but let's make the Other more experienced and a few steps ahead. That'll be infuriatingly wonderful!" And so they did.

I was totally going to email her gmail, but thought better of it. Let's give it at least a week. What if I stumble on something of her's that's like "and oh, Catholics? Yeah. HATE THEM ALL." or like "but pet fish, ew." because that could be difficult, me being me.

I'm not imagining babies or anything. But OH! She's so great.

And now I TOTALLY want to rock out on art for a while, but it's late and I should go to bed.

OH grumble.

fin