I think the best part by far was getting to know the outpatient substance abuse dudes at the VA in group. Just such a great group of motivated individuals & I already miss them. They all love and support each other so much and they were so inviting towards me, and also so so smart & motivated. I also feel like after six weeks of this, I see how much potential every homeless person has underneath everything...
I have a hard time with too much free time. It's really awful, I wish I could just enjoy myself more sometimes. However, I think I have and am coming such a long way and I am almost excited to get older.
I've been listening to a lot of At the Drive In, Of Montreal, & a little bit of The Decemberists Lately. Of Montreal has this ridiculously incredible song called Gallery Piece, lyrics below.
I also went to the plant store (why have I not discovered such a thing sooner?) and bought this amazing plant. I will attach a picture of it some day. It's so incredibly beautiful, in a way that only certain people would appreciate. I just look at it and keep getting more and more blown away, as ridiculous as that is.
I am pretty certain I will continue the screenwriting class. I have about 14 pages of the long piece done and it is totally incredible to create complex multifaceted characters and have them interact with one another and all that. And creating a new city & buildings & clothes in your mind is also surprisingly awesome.
As for movies, I rewatched After School. That shit is sick and brilliant and I LOVE the tree shots in the fall. It doesn't take much sometimes...
I guess if I really cared aka thought anyone other than me would ever read this, I would be a bit more descriptive/pictureful, but, alas.
Of Montreal- Gallery Piece
I want to be your love
I want to make you cry
And sweep you off your feet
I want to hurt your pride
I want to slap your face
I want to paint your nails
I want to make you scream
I want to braid your hair
I want to kiss your friends
I want to make you laugh
I want to dress the same
I want to defend you
I want to squeeze your thighs
I want to kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams
I want to crash your car
I want to scratch your cheeks
I want to make you sick
I want to sell you out
Want to expose your flaws
I want to steal your things
I want to show you off
I want to tell you lies
I want to write you books
I want to turn you on
I want to make you come
200 times a day
I want to dry your tears
Every time you're sad
I want to be your what's happening
I want to be your only friend
I only go all the way
This time I'm not pretending
I can't take the trash
Your trashy friends are spreading about us
They got like V.D. personalities
Oh girl, that's so messed up
You see that sculpture on the hill?
That's where she queered me out forever
They're monitoring my subconscious massacres, I know
Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable
I want to be a beast
I want to make you proud
And play with your head
I want to take you out
Make you feel adored
And buy you everything
I want to hurt you bad
Make you paranoid
And say the sweetest things
I want to help you grow
And for eternity
I want to be your what's happening
What's happening
I see car bombs in your eyes
(clap your hands, clap clap)
(can you sing it?)
I hear angels apologize
I want to make you cry
And sweep you off your feet
I want to hurt your pride
I want to slap your face
I want to paint your nails
I want to make you scream
I want to braid your hair
I want to kiss your friends
I want to make you laugh
I want to dress the same
I want to defend you
I want to squeeze your thighs
I want to kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams
I want to crash your car
I want to scratch your cheeks
I want to make you sick
I want to sell you out
Want to expose your flaws
I want to steal your things
I want to show you off
I want to tell you lies
I want to write you books
I want to turn you on
I want to make you come
200 times a day
I want to dry your tears
Every time you're sad
I want to be your what's happening
I want to be your only friend
I only go all the way
This time I'm not pretending
I can't take the trash
Your trashy friends are spreading about us
They got like V.D. personalities
Oh girl, that's so messed up
You see that sculpture on the hill?
That's where she queered me out forever
They're monitoring my subconscious massacres, I know
Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable
I want to be a beast
I want to make you proud
And play with your head
I want to take you out
Make you feel adored
And buy you everything
I want to hurt you bad
Make you paranoid
And say the sweetest things
I want to help you grow
And for eternity
I want to be your what's happening
What's happening
I see car bombs in your eyes
(clap your hands, clap clap)
(can you sing it?)
I hear angels apologize
