i had a fairly long conversation with a friend today. it was about the positive psychological impact of painting one's bedroom. call me paranoid, but sometimes it feels as though wall paint is a million semi-glossy eyeballs and ears that see and hear every filthy secret, conversation, and night's sleep that has ever taken place within its confines. for people who have a hard time letting go of the past (or are a bit nutty in general), blinding all those little eyes and plugging all those little ears is downright therapeutic. granted, they're just being plugged with more eyes and ears.. but it's so you can let go, start over, have a clear mind, and maybe mute a few of those horribly loud voices in one's head. then, you can repeat the process in a few years when you feel like the walls have seen and heard too much again. on that note, i'm ending this paragraph now.
random factoid: i haven't painted my walls for approximately 8 years. is it any coincidence that i'm LOSING MY MIND? i think not.
i'm pleased that my mini-vacation has started today. so far, i've spent it doing absolutely nothing, while sitting at the computer in my penguin-covered pajama pants. also on my agenda is: doing even more nothing while sitting at the computer in my penguin-covered pajama pants.
q) why would someone so interested in mindbuggery and artistic stuff go for a potential computer engineering major?
a) art degrees would make more people successful if they were $5 scratch tickets
b) because she can
c) sick desire to overachieve in all possible facets of life instead of focusing on just one
d) all of the above
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