visual writer's block

Sometimes I forget that I am supposed to be in college to expand my mind; I get caught up in the mundane, day to day B.S. of grades and politics and money……..Instead of asking myself what I could learn toady I am often thinking about what work I can get out of the way.……man am I having a major case of visual writer’s block!! I see stuff all of the time, but I still don’t know what to write about. I think this is going to be all about rethinking my approach. I’ve always been a words person, but that doesn’t exclude me from the possibility of becoming a visual person. I think I am over thinking this whole “analyze something visual” thing to the point of paralyzing myself. I feel this enormous pressure to analyze “something interesting” and to do so “well.” I’m actually making myself sort of sick about it. What did I see today? Actually quite a bit considering I have been in the computer lab for almost four hours now. At Nolan’s the clown fish were particularly cheerful today, their antics made me smile before I had my coffee which is no easy feat (unfortunately). The dog was so happy to have the plastic cone off his neck that he skidded across the wood floor smack into the door; he’s allergic to grass and keeps scratching his face until his eyes bleed. Mango and Pharaoh were tearing around the living room of the condo my roommate and I share; Mango is getting tricky and discovered my hiding place for the catnip. My roommate looked like she had drunk the entire bar last night and it sounded as though she may as well have. Breakfast at the Oak was also a visual panorama—my friends were almost face down in the traditional post drunk fry up and I was the only one even close to resembling human (I was still recovering from my boyfriend’s birthday on Wednesday and didn’t go out with them, plus I’m an old lady who would rather do homework than spend half the night and next morning breathing in, moaning out and generally making out with the toilet.) From the window of the computer lab I saw a little boy and his father. The toddler grasped a “Vote for So-and-so” sign from the lawn in his chubby fist was determinedly charging towards the newer ceremonial rock circle installation on the lawn below the C.S. lab. I love the diaper-under-overalls look; a complete classic. I saw a million other things this morning, but I couldn’t name them all. Maybe that is what I should do tomorrow….write down 200 things I see? That may be a good exercise to get me thinking visually and not through text as well as open me up to seeing more than the bigger events. I need to see the smaller events that make up the big ones—usually those are the important ones anyhow.