I met this girl Ashley yesterday who's friends with my friends at the Brutal Pad. I barely talked to her until the end of the night when I found out she was an artist and goes to some art college. She had her sketchbook and I looked through, viewing pencil sketches that were destined for greatness. I then showed her my mass amount of art that I had stockpiled on myspace. She said that either I could go to an art college and and refine my skills even more or set up a portfolio and get a job somewhere in a snap. Even my pieces that I consider trash she saw room for improvement and, fully knowing this already, i actually felt the desire to do so. I saw pictures of this one childrens book she made and I was like oohing and aweing at all the cool watercolor/goauche paintings and I felt the inspiration, so much of it... and yet I sit here not knowing what to do. Hell I've been brewing ideas for shit for almost two years now and all i can do is sit, blankly, and don't even put a drop of ink or fragments of graphite to a piece of paper. Its like I absorb so much and do nothing with it. Am I not full yet? When will release my creativity? So I ask you, am I a crushing vaccuum of inspiration?