We all live in a Yellow Submarine

So, last night I took Judith out for dinner to Planet Sub. If anyone reading this lives by me, you must make your little way to this college campus treat. I had the "Super Hero"...yum! All of their bread is baked fresh from scratch every morning! Scrumptious wheat bread that is then piled with meat on the top, then cheese, and all of the veggies after it's been baked in their ovens. Let me tell you, this is the way to eat a sub sandwich. Subway has nothing on their technique...This is what my sub has on it, (-the onions, + black olives and yellow mustard)

SUPER HERO:
Salami, Pepperoni, Spicy Capicola, Provolone, Onions,
Lettuce, Banana Peppers, Oil & Vinegar

After gorging on the sub, we headed over to Walmart, where I bought a combo movie pack of Benny and Joon (woot woot) and Edward Scissorshands and other of lifes little necessities. I took Judith back to the home and spent the rest of the night doing minute, meaningless things! What a great night.

I'm going to buy a laptop! Wahoo, I'm so excited. I've finally saved and scraped enough to buy one, and will be doing so as soon as my check is deposited. I'm so excited! *claps hands giddily*

I had a great "convo" last night, but I'll post about it later today.

Juice sucking vacuum

Do I put myself in a creative juice sucking vacuum? I believe
I am a bit backwards, skewed, or whatever you wanna
call it.
My life consists of a computer and a desk for half the day,
eating boring food (for the most part) and then going out
to try to escape the insane and overpowering nothingness of home
or
staying at the afore mentioned home bored witless, so then I sleep.
And sleep some more.

Why do I not create? Why is every waking moment spent in duldrums
when it could be used to paint, sculpt, love, explore, move, and believe.
Maybe that part of me is dying...yet I feel its fierce teeth sinking in
to my heart. I yearn to have a place I can go to
where it is a complete mess and beauty abounds
amidst the crap.

I want a studio or place to throw all of my stuff in plain sight so
that I will remember that I can use it.
What are crayons, paints, paper, yarn, pens, wire, cloth, and so on
good for if I never use them?
It's a great way to clutter a room, but that's not what I paid
good money for. I want art.
Plain and simple.

Art
is not just
something that I
want to do.
It's something that
I want to consume me.

Wouldn't that be beautiful?

Invisible Children

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www.invisiblechildren.com