I found out today that beth israel has wireless internet. Score one for me! I surfed the internet for hours before finally popping in a movie. I checked Art School Confidential out of the library having no idea what it was about. I enjoyed it thoroughly. It's about a boy who wants to be a great artist so he goes to Strathmore Art School during the time there is a strangler afoot. He struggles with finding his own artistic voice while trying to get the girl. A surprising twist at the climax of this movie puts it at the top of my list. I highly recommend it.
6 hours of sitting with an IV attached is MUCH better with access to the world wide web. I also consumed at least 5 rice krispie treats, two bags of chips, and a sandwich. Having a laptop in front of my face also makes it easier to ignore my mother. Her stories are juvenile, immature, and make me feel like she's in high school. She's irresponsible and leads a dangerous lifestyle with her recreational drug usage and drunk driving escapades. The older I get the less mental neurons I can lend to her. The best I can do is keep myself sane in her presence and hope that when something happens to her I will be able to find the money to bury her. As cruel as that sounds, it's something that I have to think about for the future. She doesn't have a will, life insurance, a savings account, or anything set away. She constantly gets in debt and borrows from her retirement fund. With a full and part time job, I don't really know how this is possble. But it happens. Often.
Enough of that. Although that did seem to flow very freely with her being right in front of me talking. Speaking of flowing freely (not peeing) last week I started to write my first piece in awhile. I was astounded at how quickly an hour went by and how much I had written. A full 2 hours passed when I finally packed up and went home. I've begun to put it into microsoft word. I can't decide if I want it in essay form or if I'm going creative non-fiction on it's ass. The best part is that it's a story about the four month time span I worked at Friendly's when I was 16. Yeah I know, crazy shit.
Well, time to take out the IV! Hooray! Happy April :)
