Notes About Nothing

I don't want to go to class I just want to sit here and write and write and create and create and let these ideas in my head run wild because it's so exciting, even if it ends in a train wreck....turns out train wrecks are kind of cool too. At least it means something happened. (NOT implying that death and destruction is cool, but you know what I mean). I love creating. I love that my studies, my job, my life allow me to create every day.

I love that I surround myself with creative people or people that inspire me to be creative in their own ways. Even when that was is being a total tool. Those people are such an important part of life too. Isn't that fantastic? 

Really contemplating skipping my class, but being a good student is just about the only thing I know how to control in my life right now so I should probably stick with it. I love how straightforward school is sometimes. You show up, you do your work, you turn it in. You get a grade. You leave. You do it again. Depending on the class you can be as emotionally involved as you want to be. 

Then again, sometimes it's not straightforward at all and you have no idea what your teacher/TA is trying to get out of you and you are cross and discouraged always.

But right now it just gives me purpose in life. And I like that.