Today is Wednesday ( Another Fucked Up Day )

     I don't have any new ideas.  I'm trying to think of what to do for my next video, but I can't come up with any ideas yet.  It takes time.
     What usually happens is I just sit there, and an idea starts to form.  It can take a while.  I just don't know what to do next, or what I want to do.  Hard to work when it is a little cold.  I'll get over it, just takes a while.  I just have to keep working.
     Mostly, I'm just getting ready for my art show.  That takes a while, too.  I paint, and I paint, and that is all I can do sometimes.  Sometimes the work seems to go nowhere.  Eventually magic happens, though.
     ( I hate this blog entry, I should just delete it. )  ( No, keep going....)  ( Uh...ok....).
     I'm just trying to figure out what I want to do.  Hmmmmm....it's a thinker.  I think about art all day long.
     I played Free Realms for an hour.  That was fun.  I earned money, and worked on my castle.  That takes time, too.  I decorated.  I left the fashion show in progress.  I didn't want to do that.
     I had a good class today.
     I hung out with a friend.
     Uh...and now I am here.
     And now what?  I hate to start sentences with 'and'.  I don't like to see that in journalism much, unless there is a good reason.  I don't know why I do it.  I don't know why 'and' became acceptable in newspapers to start a sentence with.  It didn't use to be that way.
     I just want to get fucked.  That is my problem right now.  No one to fuck.  No one to fuck me.  Damn.  Sometimes I need it bad.  Oh well.
     ( I ought to delete this whole entry, it sucks really bad. )
     Anyway, I bought a terriyaki bowl.  We'll see how that goes.  I prepped it, and now I am heating up water.  It is one of those instant deals.  I bought it for a buck.
     I ought to just write a bunch of bullshit on this blog.  I don't care.  I don't expect anyone to read this.  I might as well lie about everything, or I suppose I could tell the truth, but that is boring.  I could write what I really think and feel.
     I do have people I want to write about, but I can't use their names.  Hmmmm, I don't know what to do about that.  Nah, people don't like the truth.
     I just want to play an online game.  I don't know what I am doing working on this blog.
     I just want to watch some porn, and look for some good models to draw.  I like to do that.
     I bought a new pack of paper, 100 sheets.  I use the paper for my palette, and for my daily drawings and writings.
     I don't know what I am doing today.  I sat in the cold for too long.  Takes a while to get warmed up again.
     I had my coffee, I went to meet a friend, she wasn't there, I went to class, she showed up afterwards, we hung out, and talked, we had a good time drinking coffee and tea, and we had a nice quiet time.  Nothing happened.  It was just a hanging out session.  She is a good person.  I like her.
     Now the goblin war drums have started next door, which is all I need right now.
     I only work blue.  I like that line.  I was thinking about it today.
     I know this guy named Thomas.  I don't know how I feel about him.  I'd like to write about him, but I don't know how.  I think he is full of shit.  He is all about talk, but doesn't do jack shit.  I generally do not know what to do about Thomas.  I think something is wrong with him.  But his problems are not my problems, not anymore.  I don't know why I spend time talking with him.  It's a waste of time, just more bullshit every time we talk.  Nothing has changed, it is all the same.  Okay, enough about Thomas right now.  He is a pain in the ass, anyhow.  I guess he has some good aspects to him, but those qualities I've been waiting to show up for a long time.
     Now I get to listen to the band anyways.  Oh what joy.  Bunch of untalented assholes.  I hope they get better.
     Led Zeppelin stole a lot of material, but it is what they did with it that matters.  They just sound better than just about any other band.  They are talented.  Okay, so they are plagiarists.  That's a problem legally.  Not my problem, though.
     Let's see, what is next?  I don't know.  I say that a lot.
     Star Trek.  My brother got me on a Star Trek kick starting from last night.  We like to watch Star Trek together.  It is fun.  It is something we like to do.  Star Trek is a good gathering place for us.  Star Trek is so serious, we like that, it makes us laugh.
     The band is going.  Bless their hearts.  Even though they suck, they do create energy that often pisses me off, but at least it keeps me working, because god knows I can't sleep through this shit.  They are more talented than I will ever be musically, but that isn't saying much.  The lead singer is really hard to listen to.  Ugh.  They are a noob band.  Maybe someday they will get good, but I doubt it.  At least they are trying to do basic covers now.  That is good, then they can figure out how music actually works.
     I love all the people in my yoga class.  They fill me with love for the human race, then that helps me to make it through the day.  Some of the women I love just for them being them.  Of course I like all the bodies.  I draw in my mind as if I had paper and pencil on me while I am doing class.  It is all very interesting.  I like all the shapes we make in class.  It feels good.  Okay, that is enough about yoga.  I could write more.  I don't want to get into trouble about what I think.  Who would I get in trouble with?  I don't know.  Okay, some of the women I lust after, or at least I used to.  Now I just see them all as people.  But I sure would like to paint them.  That reminds me, I want to make a yoga studio painting.  Okay, some of those yoga women are hot.
     I just want to see everybody naked, actually.  Well, I've had enough of looking at naked men in the YMCA locker room.  It's so something I don't care about, and I wish some of those men would wear towels.  I don't know.  I'd rather see naked women.  I would rather be in the women's locker room, and just draw pictures in there.  But that can never happen. 
     Well, in order to be a writer, you have to read a lot, and write a lot.  There are no short cuts. 
     I don't care about writing fiction.  All I care about is writing whatever I feel like writing that day, and sometimes fiction comes out, and sometimes not.  It all doesn't matter to me.  I just like to do what I feel like doing.  Of course that is a problem if I want to make money writing.  I don't at this time, I don't care right now.
     I don't have an editor.  Maybe I should get one.  Maybe I should edit myself.  I don't like to do that, though.  I like to be free.
     Let's see, what I going on?  I don't know.  A lot is going on politically, but I don't care about politics all that much.  The drama of the newspapers bore me.  I don't like to get all wrapped up in what the newspapers say.  I feel that I am lied to when I read The Chronicle.  It doesn't feel like the whole story.  Something is wrong.  It is okay as a basic news source, that is all it is.  It isn't a showcase for great writing or great journalism by any means.  It is corporate news for the masses.  Boring.  That stuff will fuck up your head if you read too much.
     Let's see....what else can I bitch about?