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        I'm feeling really inspired right now, absolutly wondeful inside. Maybe it's that pleasant odor from the candles in the kitchen wafting down to me and in turn making my mood so much better than it owuld usually be. Or the wood-burning stove glowing pleasantly and keeping me above the threshhold of being to cold to type. It's so perfect. Like a hidden moment of heaven on earth. I can't even contemplate how this evening will end.         Yesterday, was a pretty lax easy day. I love these classes where the teacher go off on tangents and just start talking and talking telling stories and there is no real point and it feels so comfortable. Maybe it's a devious way of making us more motivated and happy about the whole situation. Who knows. Anyways, not much that was very notable, but nothing that was really bad either in that equation. It started raining later on in the day. I went out at 5pm for my first art club meeting. It was great really fun! We visitied Artspace and the gallery acorss from there. Artspace is an apartment like place filled with studios for artists to work. Lots of concrete floors and beautiful oil paintings covering the walls. Some of the works were really amazing. I met one artist that used an excess of green to paint human flesh tones, but it made sense. Her influences on the use of it were Artemisia Gentileschi. Really nice. Another man who most notably looked like a painting painted these wonderful oils that were astoundingly skillful. I remember a remake of a Renaissance painting with a man holding a bagel, somehow though the artist seemed a little stuck up, and that really didn't make me appreciate his work as much. Not being a fan of landscapes there were some artists with landscape pieces. They were as usually dreary and boring like almost every landscape is. I wonder how much gray oyu can use to paint Utah, probably a lot. I saw a really cute guy there too he was wearing a green polo. Never said anything just admiried from a far like a piece of art. I guess that's just how things are. I will go to queer prom this year even if it kills me, well maybe not that extreme but you all get the idea. Maybe I can meet someone, or at least meet some new friends that will eventually lead the the capture of someone that is good for me. I don't want to say perfect, but decent at least :).         It was raining the whole time. It was sort of indoor outdoor type of thing there were lots of open air places. And cheap party food. I remember looking out a door once and seeing the best scene that I've ever been witness too. In the rain there was this old looking building across from the one that I was in, and rain tends to make things darker and more vidis, and this place just look so tremenduously vivid and beautiful. too bad I could get a picture of it. I only wish. I was there with my friend, well I dunno if you call her a friend, maybe just an odd follower of me, but whatever she is it was fun, we went with her grandmother who spoke russian and very very little english. It was interesting to have my friend translate back and forth. I asked some cool questions and it was alot of fun for me. We were all supposed to meet up in Trolley Square afterwards, but it was rainy and the parking lot was filled absolutely filled. No spaces at all to let us in. Besides that we didn't know really where the Spaghetti Factory was, so we decided to head out to a coffee shop, and eat something there. We got lost and eventually didn't go at all. On the way back this girl has a major problem with not stepping on the brakes in time, and is bound to get in a car accident sometime soon, or at least next time it rains. I was scared to hell. We were at an intersection it was a yellow light and there was virtually no space to have gone with in that light, and then it was rad, and boom we are going through the intersection. And another car is turning out in front of us at the intersection. We just barely missed hitting this guy she swerved and we just missed him. It was the closest near miss that I have ever seen head on and not from the side. It was so frightening you have no idea how scary it was for me, but I guess we all learn from out mistakes, then again maybe not.