Painting

I actually sat down and worked on some paintings today. I'm planning to give them to the teachers that have inspired me the most. I feel really out of it today... I've been sleepy the entire day and just been in a dazy mood for some strange reason. I know I keep writing about how I'm graduating soon and going back out to the world so this might bore anyone who reads my journal... but that's all that's in my mind. For 13 years I've been stuck in my safe little rut of public school, just living day by day.

It's strange, I have two ends pulling on me, manifested in the forms of my friends and loved one. Some of pulling me forward faster towards the future, while others are pulling me back to the past. Of course I'm excited about the future, yet I don't know what's going to happen. The past is predictable... I'm going to miss that predictability. I'm going to have to get used to everything over again, and perhaps I'll get stuck in another rut at Art Center. I'm excited and a bit scared about college... especially since the place I chose to attend is known as Art Boot Camp. *shudders* But I'm sure that once I make a few friends and work hard, I'll be fine =D

Someone wrote in my yearbook, saying that life is like a big empty canvas for a person to create a picture using their brush. I can't help but think how incredibly right they are right now. I guess my canvas isn't even half full yet, there's so many things there are to see and learn and experience... and I know that everything in the end will come out as a magnificent painting.