changes (or pollutants) are in the air

I'm trying to focus on "the good" (vague) right now, because, quite frankly, it's all been shit lately. The list is long and boring, but it's my blog so suffer through. Among the stink pile: jobless for almost two months, my dog murdered a baby bunny, previously mentioned mental illness' (self-diagnosed, but I have faith in the medical internet community), family hospitalizations, and so on. Perhaps it's the impending day-light savings that is tickling my fancy, but I'm feeling all gooey inside. Like the reverse of Ghostbusters II, instead of the pink goo making me evil, it's giving me the warm fuzzies. The spring is the goo of my insides. It's making me feel as though I'm capable of doing something more than perusing craigslist jobs all day while simultaneously daydreaming about things I'd prefer to be doing (make-out sessions with with Ewan McGregor, riding unicorns over rainbows, cuddling puppies and kittens on a bed made of clouds). Some less than shit things that I've been counting my well-being on include: a new mini-van (aka sex-pot machine), health insurance (gimme drugs), and of course springtime in the Tejas state.

I want to make a movie, play in a band, start a zine, create drawings and creatures with undecipherable expressions and origins, buy and use a water slide while concurrently squirting people with a super-soaker, get fit (said in british accent, "oy, she's a fit bird"). I want it all, but will I ever have the guts to get it? And where can I find people who want to do these things with me? They've always seemed impossibly out of reach.