pshhhh

So i found myself feeling all inspired last night.
But of course it was incredibly too late to come and post something, so i just kept reading my book. Which is actually a really good one for once.  I've already read the book of course, because my city's library is full of crap. sorry city. I'm finished with it.  Which is a bummer because now I'm pretty much left with a book about Pop Art that actually isn't really that good, and about a thousand copies of the New Era. 
 But back to the inspiration.  I had just read a few Teen Vogue magazines, (don't judge me) worked on a friendship bracelet for a couple of minutes, and read my book. But I've been at kind of a thinking/art/creativity slump lately. Just a little one, and doing these things somehow (sort of) brought me out.
Thank Goodness!
We've all got to go back to school soon, and heading into that without any sort of creative thinking would be total crap. But I actually did some drawing (which i haven't done successfully for a while), and i wanted to write but it's not like you just walk downstairs at 12:00 at night and start writing. Nope.  I just kept reading, and note taking, and drawing every once in a while.  But I'm happy. Which is always a good thing right? I think so.