Today I found myself sick with a miserable head-cold. Through the blurred vision, and through the pulsating nerves, I made a shocking discovery.

I am an artist.

Have you ever just suddenly realized something? I mean, I don't know if I'm just having some sort of epiphany right now, I could be, but I guess what I'm trying to say... is that I think I've got my head screwed on the right way. Finally.

For the longest time, two or three years at least, I've had my life planned out. First, I would graduate from this dump of a high school and move away from this dusty, withering town. I would go to college at CU in Boulder, Colorado and get my basics while I majored in Psychology. After that, I would move to either California or Virginia and go to either UCLA or that medical school in Richmond. There, I would study for four more years until I acquired my Ph.D. How about that for a plan? Eight years of school. Sure, I love psychology. Sure, I love all of that... but I can't even get straight A's in school. How the hell could I make it through med school?
My psychiatrist even told me, "With your past history, psychiatry wouldn't be a field for you. You shouldn't be allowed access to your tempations."
Temptations being unlimited prescriptions to a wide variety of pills.
I told her how I had won a high dollar amount, and several high awards for a color pastel piece I had done back in January. Then, she told me maybe I should look into art.

So art it is.

Now my plan is to graduate from this dump of a high school and move away from this dusty, withering town. I will go to college at the Art Institute in Philadelphia. From there, we'll see what happens.