Growing and aging seem to imply two entirely seperate things while they are still synonyms. I am, at the moment trying to predict where my pieces of the chain of dominos will fall. The rain was falling in thick chubby drops today, while the sun was shining and I watched the rain evaporate off the roof into mist. I thought it quite beautiful.

By the end of May I expect to move back into my mothers house, though I will probaly not stay for long. I will try build a better relationship with my mom and my little sister. I expect great things in my future, because I am an alternate I might be chosen for GHP, if not, I'm sure that I will still improve artistically other ways. I will be looking into colleges this summer. I am not going to worry about how to pay for it. Although I will plan ways to save money I know that somehow or another I will find financial support, I don't think my destiny would have it any other way. I know I must seem so silly, but I am severely intuitive, it is a nice skill to pick up on.

I am feeling really inspired today. There is this gimpy fan blowing air at me, I love it. It has dust clumped on its face. All adorably stuck to it like food on facial hair. I made a friend. I really love how its thin metal frame radiates from its dirty mouth fuzz. I know I must sound like such a weirdo but I personify many inanimate objects, it lets me appreciate things in life.

It must be strange, to read something like this on a deviant art journal entry, but I don't feel strange because it is something I am feeling inspired by,and in a way I feel like this is just another artistic extension of myself.

I am really liking the new Nine Inch Nails I'm listening to. All the lovely industrial noise coupled together with the soft pianos, and weird tribal instruments. Very calm but interesting instrumentals.