I Could Be An Expert’s Assistant On Life

It has certainly been an interesting number of days. Where do I begin?
Tonight was probably the most eventful out of everything. My mom and I got home after 1:30 in the morning (kind of a long, personal story – I’ll get to that later) from McDonald’s. First of all, since when do they stop accepting credit after certain hours? That’s about as stupid and inconvenient as them not serving certain breakfast foods after 10:30am or whatever. And who carries cash anymore these days? My mom certainly doesn’t; I’d like to, but it just doesn’t work out (ahem, broke, college student here). So we have to drive around to my bank and withdraw cash from an ATM (whoever invented ATMs was a genius) and then drive back to a McDonalds where I finally reunite with their annual special…drumline please….THE MCRIB!!!! I swear I sang ”You Are So Beautiful” to it all the way home as I savored every bite. My mom decided to wait till we got home to have her meal (it was like, 30°F, aka fucking cold). When she pulled out her double cheeseburger, I burst out laughing. I literally rolled on the floor, laughing my ass off to the point of tears. I had forgotten how small McDonald’s burgers where. I took a picture of my mom holding it, flat in her palm (it was half the size of her hand), and rolled over and laughed my ass off some more. I needed that.
So that was my awesome food experience nostalgia I deserved. Better late than never.

For the past three days I’ve been in a serious creative and productive mood. My room and closet (mostly my closet – I tried to pick up a little in my room) look like someone was looking for something (ransacked), couldn’t find what they were looking for, then threw a tantrum because they couldn’t find it. But that’s actually not the case; no, what happened was, I had an idea and was looking for something to carry out that idea, but found something else that inspired a new idea, and so on. It’s a mess but if I close my eyes, it’s not so bad.
Speaking of closing my eyes, maybe I need to dust my dream catcher off or something (?) because some bad dreams have been slipping through. Why am I always being chased? Sure, there was a lot of chasing going on with me as a kid, but I was a wild child.. And don’t ask me what my dreams were about because I don’t remember. All I remember is that I was being chased. It’s weird though, in my dreams I never run out of energy (I say this because it’s the total opposite in reality).
I’ve actually written a lot this year, but lately my creativity has been specific: drawing. Yesterday (or the day before, I think) I sketched about four pictures [insert Facebook link]. I was frustrated though because it wasn’t going exactly how I wanted it to. I almost gave up, but my mom gave some inspiring advice so that I was back on track.
I’ve been [i]obsessing [/i] over Pinterest [add link] lately (they’ve got a lot of cool ideas), and I decided to try something [add link to post] using what I had (again, broke college student) which included an ugly, yellow, legal pad and an old Converse shoe box (I refuse to throw shoe boxes away – for occasions like these, I know they’ll come in handy later). I’m still working on it, but I’m handwriting inspirational writing quotes on the legal pad and tearing the parts used into little scraps, then folding them in half and scattering them inside the shoebox. The idea is to randomly pick a quote when I’m feeling down about my writing. So far so good.
My mother is currently ”thinking herself to death”. Interesting, but not surprising, for her.

I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.