I havent done anything remotely interesting (art-wise) for the past few months. I haven't written, photographed, drawn, painted etc, at all. My lame-o art teacher probably regrets giving me a 95, I can just tell. He was handing out Ferrero Rocher Chocolates to his "best students" right before Christmas break, and he walked right past me. FERRERO ROCHERS! Come on man! My brand new NuPastels are wallowing in their meaningless existence, and the sketch book is quietly collecting dust. People do these things for the release it brings. Release is something I need, terribly, right now. Maybe I'll start again once this semester is over. Who knew that your senior year of high school (with all those damn college apps, essays, GPA, Class Ranking, SAT's) would be SO difficult? Frankly, I didnt expect it because I forced myself to think it would all be easy and breezy. Yes, I forced myself to believe my life is some sort of sitcom, where all problems and uncomfortable situations can be instantly fixed with nothing more than a joke or a clumsy distarction. If only...