the big plan

okay, so the plan this weekend is to set up my studio and to go grocery shopping. I know, great fucking plan, right? But i NEED to do these things. I have been such a lazy ass and unpacking has been the last thing i could possibly want to do. Hell, i still want to sleep all day. Before moving, i was so tired and couldn't sleep or get a good nights rest. Since moving here, all i want to do is sleep. Could be the weather too. It's been nice an cool here which makes for perfect sleeping. Bosco even wants to get up close and snuggle, which doesn't happen when it's hot, like it was prior to moving. But i have slept really well here. Even woken up well too. Like i am ready to get out of bed or not as lazy about getting out of bed.

I have also been dying for real food too. If i have to have a bowl of cereal or granola bar or another damn PB and J sandwich............ ugh. I am done with those. i want real food. I might just start eatting olives and bread for breakfast. I might even have some crazy new unbelievable thing........ just no more cereal for a long while. And it sucks, cause i really love Honey Nut Cheerios. I don't want to be burnt out on that cereal either, but damn. I just can't have it for a while.

As for the studio, that NEEDS to be finished this weekend if I want to get my ass in gear and finish (really start) my guitar project. I need to make some sort of head way before i start to pull all nighters on the project. Which i must gladly say, I NEVER did in college. Yep, hard to believe, i know. I never did it. No, don't get me wrong, i have stayed up all night, that was not what i mean. Doing actual work all night, now that didn't happen. I guess i had a clear enough knowledge that whatever was being done at 4 am was just going to have to be re-done later, cause whatever i did totally sucked. I think i realized this when i was writing a paper once. I remember reading it back to myself, at 3 am, and saying to myself, wow, this is shit. Now i am going to have to re-do this in the morning. So i realized early on that sleep was way better than writing a bunch of random crap that meant nothing.

I also had a wicked accident to my foot once cause of a minor freak out my senior year in college. i, for some odd reason, freaked out in March about my final project and said to myself, you need to get this finished NOW. So i started to pour really really really fucking hot wax into my mold, which had a hairline crack that i didn't know about. Well, the mold broke open, I was sitting cross legged on the floor in maybe shorts (i don't remember, but it had to be something short), and my socks. Well, the wax adhered to my socks and then my skin on my one foot. That cause second and third degree burns, which i went to the hospital for and fucked up my senior show. Yep, real smart. Anywho, I now have realized that i should not freak out for last minute things and that i should plan accordingly.

So, hopefully i will get the important shit done this weekend and not hurt myself. I mean, hell, i am on the 4th floor walk up now. No stupid accidents allowed.