2009-09-23 - 1:05 a.m.
In the middle of cleaning my room, I sat down and drew a picture of what I want my life to look like. I numbered the various things I desire and arranged them according to how immediately they can be procured. Half can be procured Right This Very Second, one is dependent on how soon I find Truest Love Possible in This World, one depends on self-motivation and inspiration, and the final ones are viable a few years from now when I am ready and the economy is better and urban libraries are more flourishy.
At a glance, the picture is full of stupid shit. Dig under the surface shit and there is better. Oh, the layers of meaningful crap.