Searching for Inspiration

Tonight's a lonely thursday night. The house is quiet. My roommate is about to practise some flute, and I'm sitting watching TV. Futurama is on, although it could be anything. I don't really need to tune myself in until 10, when the epitome of terrible addicting TV comes on: Jersey Shore season 3.

She starts with a few high notes. I hit the browser button. Another window. Facebook? Nein. I'm searching for inspiration. Google Images. Tattoos, haircuts, celebrities, flowers. I want something to take my breath away.

The first? Van Gogh: Irises

Such a beautiful painting. I'm no art critic, but I love how the painting combines large and small strokes; having intricacies as well as blobs of 6-year-old ease.

Another Van Gogh, Seascapes; this time by random search. It seems the words coming to my mind are the names of his paintings. Is it that I have to find my ear, my inspiration?


A tumultuous sea, kind of like my moods have been lately. I'm not sure where I'm going, or how I'll get there. Right now, I'm just riding the waves.

I just watched the stupidest milk commercial EVER! You know, the one where it's like:
"Fact: your body builds 90% of its bone mass before age 20; Fiction: if you don't get enough of the required calcium by age 21, your bones will liquefy"

So silly. Commercials these days. More searching. More feelings of desperation followed by insight. The world is turning really fast.