neon stars & magic pencil

I woke up after a night of strangely disturbing dreams. I dreamt he was crying his eyes out. Perhaps it was just me because I had been. I dreamt about Stace and her parents but can't really remember what about.

Last night I felt on the verge of death. No not suicide you assholes. Read the last post.

Today was heavy. Again one part of it was wonderfully dizzying by the mere prospect of other intelligent life forces. Ah it is so rare. I'll tell you a story.

I woke up fat-eyed and tired, briefly wondering that the hell those dreams were about. Brain ticking and analysing already.

Leaving home a bit late after potting about the bathroom for a few minutes too long (10), and deciding from before I stepped in the shower that I was not going to class, I felt empowered. Rebellish? Fuck you evil class. Anyway, on the way down I wondered where the hell I was going. I knew where I had to be at a certain time. I watched the entrance to school pass along the way and snickered.
Store-lusted a while, looking at over-priced, low-quality goods that I can't afford. Decided to not spend a whole lot of $ on anything worthless, so bought a cute neon star-shaped post it note pad, and a brilliant shiny little mechanical pencil. I already have 2 mind you...but this one is so purty. Inspiring despite being gaudy. It's a metallic bluish lilac with silver accents and duamond cut patterns. Yeah I know. Gaudy. Brr. The navy Staedler is nice and fancy and all but just not inspirational if you know what I mean. $11.98 ring up.
I then browsed an old book store and found some supposedly popular Hunter S. Thompson book for $5 - The Rum Diary. Looked fun and was cheap. Must have Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas though.
I got outside to feel raindrops falling on my head (they kept falling!... la la la).
There went my plan to walk down a good way to the yummy stationery store (may have spent more $). Ended up at an old cafe looking for this kid I talk to online. Couldn't even find the entrance so I dropped in at the newish looking coffee place next door. 3 people, and generally quiet. One guy running the counter and cash. Tiny place - can't have much more than that.
Got some jasmine tea ($10 - eek for a teabag, pretty cup and hot water oh and ambience)and decided to read my new found treasure. The others left and it was quiet. The coffee guy even left me for a few minutes to go get something, so I sat there in silence and the waft of jasmine and the rain. It was pouring!
The book wasn't engrossing considering I would have preferred being in a plushy comfy chair. So the rain poured on. The guy came back. Silence. I could have talked but I need to get used to people or something.
The rain hitting the glass hard next to me and coming in through the poorly insulated spaces. Eeek. No umbrella and a good 10 minute walk in the open to class. Not good. Phone also dying. Fun. I texted my class pal to come pick me up there.
This chick came in and I smelt and felt the artist/creative spirit at once. Eventually we all got to talking and turned out not-so-bad after all.
Man. Intelligent conversation - a rare and wondrous thing! Decent folk, good conversation, with tea and coffee. Who could ask for more?

Jeann and Charles made my day.

Had a shit class after that but somehow survived. Just wasn't really a day for classes. Sigh. Eventually struggled through and made it home sometimes thinking I wouldn't. Long days.

Good food and a home. Coffee. Ahhh. Pink socks. Warmth.

I'm here at home chilling and not actually doing work (again) because I'd rather write about my artsy fartsy stuff because I get excited about the stupidest things.
Must be an only-child syndrome thing.

11. Great.