Home. I am home back in Long Beach, sitting in a Starbucks, typing. The two dudes on the left of me are watching a movie on their PS2, the dudes on my left are playing cards, Bob Marley is playing at Starbucks.
Art. Am I an artist? I don’t know but I know everyone is.
Today I had an epiphany about education. The senior class of 2012 had just graduated and have become alumni. They had some of the coolest cats in town in that class. I am so sad they are not going to be here but it’s okay, it’s what we do, we have to let them go eventually. Soka has brought in some of the most talented people I know. Everyone is talented, I just don’t know what my talents are yet. This blog is like… me not having my notebook to write in. It’s like stream of consciousness kind of a thing. So sorry if you’re confused, it makes sense to me.
Education, man Soka. It’s crazy, I finished my second year here, now I’m going to be a junior, going off to study abroad and shit. Fucking crazy. I’ll be heading off to Quito, Ecuador. I’m so excited for the adventures. But fuck, education we’re learning all day every day. School is so fucking hard because it challenges us, what we are, who we are, in every single way. It expects our diligence, patience, mental capability, and open mindedness and that’s why it’s so fucking hard. To do that 5 out of 7 days of the week for 9 fucking months. At Soka, it’s not even 5/7 days. It’s ALL MOTEHRFUCKIN DAY ERR DAY. Maybe that’s why we toke so much. haha, gotta rest sometime or another.
mind mind mind mind brainnnnnn soft spot. baby. nike, just do it. plastic, gold.
Ever since I got back home last night, I’ve been aching to create art. I don’t know what inspired me but this feeling i cannot contain. It’s quite frustrating so I grabbed a napkin and doodled. I don’t know why i stopmyself. Why do I stop myself from fninishing a painting? I don’t know I need to talk to fellow artists, I need to vent these feelings out. I’m not much of an artist, I just like art….that’s what I tell everyone. I have no backbone in anything…but I do. FUCK .
Anxiety. I wonder how that feels like, I think it’s how I feel like right now. Man… to have constant anxiety that must be fucking awful. But this frustrating feeling I hate it, but I think it can lead to fucking productivity. Maybe that’s why some of the most what we know as brilliant people out there are fucking crazy ass motherfuckers.