Laying next to a piece of cereal and a hairball...
You know when you get those bouts of creativity, the ones that come from no where and sprout little ideas in your mind? That’s the best. Literally—the best. Every since I got here, I kinda felt like the odd man out, that everyone is studying to become a doctor or a lawyer, the complete antithesis of who I am.
For a split second I felt like an outcast…ok probably a little bit more than a split second…but today I realized: who gives a fuck? There are enough quirky people in this place for me to be my awkwardly, extroverted, self. I can dance around my art class and my professor won’t care because he knows I just can’t help myself. That I can sing along to songs on the radio in the cafeteria at 8:30am with just another person, and it can make waking up that early all the more enjoyable.
I guess this is me reflecting back on the first two months that I have been on my own and realizing that I have found my niche. I haven’t had a desire to draw,paint,film anything in awhile but today’s the first day that all of these amazing ideas are growing in my nogin.
It’s just one of those positive days. A genuinely good day that needed to be duly noted
I tried doing a handstand against my wall just now, it was amazing that i held it for one second, but after that one second my leg unfolded and instead of landing softly on the carpet, my left leg spazzed out and it hit the threshold of the bathroom door. I already see a bruise forming and my knee feels like shit. Why did I think I could do that?