i am frustrated and foggy feeling. i know why i never became a writer. i know a lot of things. like the fact that you can put hummus on anything. and you can basically put anything on waffles. and so waffles and hummus rule the earth.

i started eating hummus on waffles awhile ago. sometimes for breakfast, sometimes for dinner, and sometimes for that meal that you eat when you wake up at noon on a saturday.

i am sad and frustrated and kind of confused. i just don't understand the logic of the world. and why i act the way i do sometimes. and why i look the way i do. and why i think i look different than i am. or something like that.

i have been a-motivational for some obvious reasons. but i think for some not-so-obvious reasons too. the distraction has faded away. or morphed into something else. and i think that after this weekend i'm going to have a big crash or something. i'm not sure what direction i'm headed in. and i don't think this has anything to do with the whole "life plan" discussion from last weekend. i really don't. i just don't know where to focus these days. or quite how to focus either.

i am looking towards the coming art show with anticipation and trepidation. i wish i could get rid of the whole anticipation thing. the problem is that i have some sort of fairy tale attached to the whole art show thing. bah.

there are thunderstorms. i wish it was warm enough to open the windows.

i wonder what is harder: for me to find someone attractive or for someone to be attracted to me?