The Kat is feeling...:  drained
Choons: REM - Drive
...every cloud has one. Where's mine? Anyone care to inform me? </font>
I've spent the last couple of days picking out things that MAKE LIFE BEARABLE. Therefore distracting me from all the random bawz, brought mainly by school. </font>
Got an interview for Edinburgh. Not sure if that's even where I want to be. Need a portfolio, which is a bit...not together at the moment. Ms McNeill is going to go mental, but I'm not going to take it to heart. I figure that a year at college will do me no harm whatsoever if I don't get in to art school. I don't need to go away this year. What's one little year when you're 17? I'm going to try and chill about the whole art school thing, because as long as I end up there eventually I'll be happy. Regardless of how that happens. Hell, I'll pose as a foreign student at the age of 95. *hops in with walking stick shouting 'MY NAME IS GIANNA GIANNINI! I AM FROM EGYPT! YOU PAY ME TO BE HERE!* </font>
You know, basically what's happening is I'm being pushed now, so I can get back to where I am now, but older. School; more education; good steady job; family if you like; house in a nice area. Wayhey. I suppose life is in the middle somewhere. Shit, it's depressing. I know it's naaive, and ideallistic, but I'd love to make a living doing something I really love. Surely someone out there has a job they enjoy, and actually regard as a passion. When you get a job, part time and shitty as mine is, you realise that everyone is just there to make money. Not to help other people, or for a feeling of accomplishment. If you try to be more efficient, it's because you want recognition, and more money as a result. </font>
nbsp;I'd like to move a bit further away from it all, be relatively self sufficient. Could maybe make a living just selling work, or teaching a few people now and then. It seems far fetched, but I know someone who does it. Just seems so much more rewarding than just moving where the best school is, and where there's enough space for your car. But hell. I probably won't do this. I'll forget all the dreams of the life I want to lead, and I'll end up full time BHS, maybe even a manager- if I'm really lucky. In a crappy wee flat, with my dog. </font>
Maybe when I'm 60 I'll live in a tree house. Although the ladder may pose problems with the old joints.
I think that when things get you down, you have to look at the bigger picture. Some people are homeless, starving, with their families gone. I'M HERE, HEALTHY, and so is everyone I love. Can you really ask for much more? Which leads me to COMIC RELIEF. After I was paid for food today, I figured I can contribute via baking. Anyone willing to help with selling of cake? Just in the common room or whatever. Would be greatly appreciated. Regardless, everyone should GIVE GENEROUSLY!
There's probably more on my mind, but I'll bore you with that later.
Oh yeh, psychology. You suck. I'll leave it at that.
This has been a big rant, really. Ah well. Feel better though.
Emm x x x
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