Inspiration, are you there?

Me: Hello?
Inspiration: Yes? Can I help you?
Me: Well, I was...just kinda...wondering...
Inspiration: Look, you little time waster, I have a lot of other morons to tend to. Make it snappy or I shall have you removed from the premises.
Me: I'm sorry. It's just, I haven't seen you in a while. I have Artist's Block. Isn't there anything you can do?
Inspiration: What do you want me to do, you insufferable gitface?
Me: Oh, that's nice. I come to you for help, and you act like an asshole. Aren't you supposed to be some...beautiful angel who visits its followers in their dreams?
Inspiration: I'm not the fucking Tooth Fairy, lady.
Me: I know that. But you've been totally ignoring me for weeks and it's getting on my nerves! NOW DO YOUR GOD DAMN JOB BEFORE I GIVE UP ON ART AND BECOME A BRAIN SURGEON!!!
Inspiration: ....
Me: Fine, be that way!

Yeah, I had this crazy thought when I was lingering between being asleep and being awake before my mom called me down for dinner. I'll just have to dig up my own inspiration, I suppose. I'm going to listen to music, as that usually helps. Oh, this is a good song!

Big Machine-Goo Goo Dolls

Ecstacy is all you need,
Living in the Big Machine.
Now, oh, you're so vain.
Now your world is way too fast,
Nothing's real and nothing lasts,
And I'm aware,
I'm in love, but you don't care.
Turn your anger into lust,
I'm still here, but you don't trust at all.
And I'll be waiting.
Love and sex and lonliness,
Take what's yours, and leave the rest,
So I'll survive.
God it's good to be alive!

I'm torn in pieces,
I'm blind and waiting for you.
My heart is reeling,
I'm blind and waiting for you.

Still in love with all your sins,
Where you stop and I begin,
And I'll, I'll be waiting.
Living like a house on fire,
What you fear is your desire.
It's hard to deal,
I still love the way you feel.
Now this angry little girl,
Drowning in this pretty world.
And, oh, who you run to.
Swallow all your bitter pills,
That's what makes you beautiful.
You're all or not,
I don't need what you ain't got.

I'm torn in pieces,
I'm blind and waiting for you.
My heart is reeling,
I'm blind and waiting for you.
(And I can't believe it's coming true...)
I'm blind and waiting for you.
I'm blind and waiting for you.

Okay, enough of that. So, I am a Happy Possum, because I am not failing math, as I so believed this morning. I'm barely passing, but who cares? A pass is a pass.
Okay...I should really go and work on my art. Grrrrrrrrr...damn, how am I ever going to win this contest if I can't even manage to draw properly?