I just spent a TON of money on art supplies. But it left me feeling accomplished, even though I really didn't...do...anything... I got a really cool easel, tons of paint, brushes, canvases, more paper...another carrying case...and other stuff. I don't understand why I love spending money so much sometimes...but I do. And now it feels like m finally on to the next step of...this. Joseph wants to give me some private lessons on painting which would be cool because, honestly, his work is amazing and I trust his instruction more than a teacher that was just like...eh...with painting. So I'm happy. I'm also home for the weekend which feels a bit odd. I feel trapped again. At my grandmother's house I can just walk out the door and go anywhere, everything I need is close by. Whereas here...is entirely different. High stress. So I actually kinda want to go back to Glendale...crazy as that sounds. I just wish my grandmother's house was cleaner...but we'll see what I can do about that. Shit I forgot to start laundry... Um the end.