..And I shouldn't... I've been getting back into drawing. I actually drew my very first koi fish (otherwise lesser known as carp...koi sounds better).. and finished it. I think? Well, the fish itself is done--and that alone was the real accomplishment. I know my record of unfinished masterpieces, but here lies a finished product! I'm proud of myself. But I'll definitely keep pushing myself.
So what's going on? (And I say that while wondering whom I'm directing that question to... maybe the unconscious, hidden me of the future.) I've read some great books by David Sedaris (Me Talk Pretty One Day, and Naked--both oh so ridiculously delicious). But sadly I haven't been keeping up on reading because I have fines to pay at the library. And when there's no steady and reliable income, I can't pay that off.. and thus, I can't read to save my brain =[ .. But life goes on.
Or does it?
Who knows, but I know I can't stop living. Who wants to die anyway... I know life throws a lot of curveballs (spell check tells me this is spelled wrong, is there a space?) or sometimes life even throws you bombs that force you to make the quick important decision of going left or right--but even through those times, it's the knowing that it is GOING to get better that makes me carry on. And it must. And the laws of nature should allow things to get better. However, the laws of time, are never really on nature's side. And human nature, hates that.
so yeah. The thought of death sucks, and it's been everywhere on tv. Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, died thursday June 25th, 2009. Where was I when I unofficially heard the rumor of his death? At Maritz, when I finished my application, and was waiting for the receptionist to take my application from me. One of the workers had the receptionist look up the rumor (at the time) of his death. It seemed fake to me, someone just crying wolf to startle attention... Not even 30 minutes later, Amber and I are driving and we receive a call from Amber's friend, Breelyn, telling us that Michael's dead. Cardiac arrest. Amber was once obsessed with Michael, she couldn't even believe it. We drove to Chris' house to watch the news, and it was true. Breaking news. Nothing else was on but the coverage of his death. And poor Farrah Fawcett passed away earlier that day too. Two icons? In one day? The world is horrible. It's history for sure...
So where do I go from here? I seriously, do not know. That was a depressing subject. I am going to Vegas in a week... I'm excited. I'm ready to get away for a bit. Even if it is just one night. I need some good times. Some drinks. Some relaxation.
