there are a few things i am currently wishing for:
one. i’d like my life to be similar to Amelie Poulain! of course, that won’t happen because no one will be my Nino! but i’ll still wish for that.
two. i’m hoping that my ink sesh will be re-confirmed. that’s the only reason why i want to go to quebec…
three. i want meredith to stay with me forever and ever.
four. i want to talk to someone, tell them who i am, and hear about who they are.
five. i’d like to write a really good story.
six. i kinda want the weekend to hurry up and get here!
im feeling: tired, happy, ready for some permanent ink, memoria teneo, anxiety fleeting, therapy session tomorrow, artsy artsy with forts and movies and food and laughter.
i want to write…i have this itch. when i was making my way home from norms this evening i wrote this wonderful story in my head. it was lovely and had a good ending too, but then i was disenchanted when i heard gunshots in the ghetto and panic overtook my body. luckily i didn’t hear anymore, made my way upstairs, got undressed, took a long shower, watched amelie, and fell asleep on the couch. i do recall the story, but its late, and seeing as i got four hours of sleep yesterday, i’d really enjoy getting some shut eye tonight. perhaps i’ll write tomorrow, perhaps i won’t. we’ll see how the day goes. but i would in fact, love to get another piece up. my kitty sassy (not trout) is with me on the couch and she is purring loudly. the french soundtrack of yann tiersen is quietly playing in the background. lights are off, but the glow of this screen and the glow of the menacing street lights make the room just as bright as it would be if i had the heart to go turn on the fluourescent light above. bed…right. that’s where im headed. could use some seltzer and advil.