I should be doing my homework right now, reading Native American literature for my American Lit lecture tomorrow. But unfortunately I cant be bothered, and am instead working on my own writing and enjoying doing so. Writing the story of a boy with green and purple hair and a dark city that offers him shelter. Yadda yadda, it'll be another 294 years before it'll be readable anyway

I want to take more pictures. I want to go places and take pictures of it. Maybe I should do that instead. Go for a walk, take my camera. Get some fresh air. See if I melt in the sunlight