You look like me

I knew this would happen. At 10pm i was tired and ready for bed and i said to myself, Self you should go to sleep now while you are still sleepy. And then i said to myself, Self you have to draw because you neglected all the things you were suppose to do for school over the weekend. And so i began to draw and while forcibly creating i started to think about how much more there still was to be done and how theres no real motivation in my thoughts to do any of those things anytime soon as i still have not settled back into the idea of being in school. So here i am it is merely 12am which is still early but i can already feel that tinge of insomnia kicking in again. I took a long nap today as my interview was canceled. The more i sleep, the more i want to sleep again. Yes but as usual i had to drag myself out of bed as people were calling with questions about my obligations and such. Well i do not know where this is heading only that i have too many thoughts unresolved. I am reflecting on all the reflections that i've reflected previously. Two infinite abysses reflecting one another the sky and the sea a well so deep, was that it chris? If it wasn't i think i wrote it better, of course. And so what else is there? Are my thoughts like yours? We must share something in common as we would not be conversing at this moment if we did not. Yes, you must be looking for something in me what it is i do not know. I want to stare at the stars until i fall asleep. My landlord is gone so i can stand out on my porch naked to the sky with the deer watching me. Yes, solitude is a wonder. I can hear dogs howling. I'd like to sleep or walk around garment less under the stars for a while. We shall see. Today in art history we talked about appropriation and it made me feel less like a thief and that there is no such thing as originality. Everything thats mine is yours to take and so we steal freely without remorse or pain. It made me think about things and what it means to be an artist. I had to repeat to myself several times today good things come to those who wait and some other poster book sayings. Grave and Graying. Why must i seek approval? A lot of the things we looked at were absolute shit worth a million dollars. Does it always work like this? The best thing i saw was a marcel duchamp ready made, the fountain(a mens urinal) photographed in front of a beautiful o keeffe painting (vagina-esque). It was brilliant if you ask me and pretty much summed up everything i think of anything these days. The beauty and the dirt are all the same it seems as one seeps into the other freely