My back is fucking killing me

And I have a feeling I won't sleep much/well tonight. I don't know why. I'm just so super amped for school right now. I have this rush of positive energy running through me. I feel like running a marathon. Right now I have the Dream Girls soundtrack on repeat. repeat. repeat. I hate that movie to the core but the songs/score is amazing. My stomach hurts. I ate a lot of fruit snacks near the end of the night. Bad decision. I need to detox. Or maybe just not eat so much crap. Although I've been cooking every night it's usually some major carb and not enough salad. And I get way enough protein so I think we're good though. I really want some tea right now. I picked up my guitar for the first time in months tonight. I wrote a song. A friggin song. I haven't written a song on guitar in years. I still wish I had my piano here. I'd be playing that thing 24/7. I'd drive my roommates insane. I'd annoy the neighbors. Even the homeless men who sleep in the alley which my room faces would get pissed off. But I would be so content. I love my piano. So ... on Thursday night.. I had a show for BBI. Many of my friends had big prints along the walls of Exposure Gallery. We had a slide slam of ALL the work from Wandering in the Company of Strangers; from Guadalajara, San Francisco and Los Angeles. It is SUCH a beautiful series. I can't wait for it to go to New York and Phoenix. After that we went to The Chieftan. In the end it was a total of me, victor, luis, sheri, Mark, Emilio, Elena, Irwin, Mark, Unni, Mukul, Elliot, Francisco, Juan, Jeremy, Sebastian, his kinda-girlfriend (Emilio made the funniest comment. When Sebastian went to pick her up and said he was getting his ''kinda girlfriend", Emilio made a face and said "Well.. what the hell sebastian. Don't bring some girl here whos just a ''kinda'' girl. She's your gf or not. If not I "kinda" don't wannt meet her" haha), Pacarik, Rory, Steph, and I think 2-3 others who I forgot. It was pretty packed. And I got pretty tipsy. We then went to Sebastian's friends house. His name is John. And I can't wait to do my next project on him. He's so fucking interesting. And happens to be dating a girl I knew in high school. We hated eachother. But we're fine now; it was crazy, I hadn't seen her since 10th grade. hmm. Anyways. This guy has sooo many instruments at his house. We all jammed. I played the piano and the bongos. there were harmonicas, guitars, synths, accordians, bass, tamberines, so much going on. Yet it worked. Anyways.

We drank. And smoked. And played more music. I'll scan in my journal what I wrote for that night. That part of my night is a whole different post. SO much to write. SO much to say.

I'm out.