Well, to be frank I'm very out of it at the moment and really don't know why I'm bothering to write a journal. I hardly ever update you guys on anything so it's not like it matters at all, lulz.

Either way, as some of you may know, it's been a dream of mine to become a police officer. Buuut, with my heart condition this cannot be, and I've come to terms with it for now. My heart wouldn't be able to take the physical strain of the academy, or taser training. This career is now, sadly, marked off my list for things to climb to.

HOWEVER, I have decided to pursue a career in art, YES OMG, ART. Animation/concept/illustration being my focus. Whoa shit, right. I used to hate people telling me I should go into art because I have some talent and potential and what have you. I shot them all down and hated the thought of doing something everyone else wanted me to do. I shut them up with the whole wanting to be a cop thing, so now that everyone's gone and left me alone, I can relive my addiction to art and actually follow a dream of my own, not anyone else's.

The only problem with this choice is, I'm fucking poor. Oooooh.
I want to go to a nice art college, or take courses online so it's more convenient.
My only issue with this is, well, money. I know I could get scholarships and grants and all that. I was going to get financial aid but my dad, (who I WAS living with up until 6-7 months ago) decided he just didn't want to go that direction. So he's basically fucking me over until he finds the $40,000 my grandma left for me when she died.
I'd still have to pay about 20 grand after that, but hey, it's a big portion that I don't have to deal with.

Of course, he's given me no word on this.

Ah well, things will work themselves out I suppose.


He's supposed to be fixing my computer and stuff, but it's been 8 months already and I'm just about convinced I'm not getting it back. I want to buy a new little laptop and a new tablet, one that doesn't suck so much fucking ass. Hopefully all this works out too.

I know a shitload of you don't really care what goes on in my life.
And I don't care what goes on in yours.
So we're even.

Love you all though.



OH AND. Me and my love went to see The Hangover, it's a funny fucking movie. Go see it.
Just don't hate me if you get stuck behind a row of shit-talking-stupid-ass-shovel-faced-retard-college-kids, like I did. (:


And for those of you waiting for art from me, have no fear. It will get done. I just have a life I tend to deal with, what a crazy thing that is right.
If you're already fed up with waiting, just tell me I guess.
But I've warned you I take a shitload of time. I've got different priorities.