There's too much to say to fit into a LiveJournal. it would probably take me a few hours to type up. Ah well. I like SCAD....a lot. I always get that feeling, though, that feeling that maybe this isn't where I should be....like maybe I should have gone to a generic university, that maybe art isn't really my thing.

But whatevs. I'm getting myself connected here, so leaving would be rather difficult anyway, not only financially, but emotionally. I need to do a few more personal pieces, though, just to keep myself sane.

This is shit. And not like the whole, solid shit either. The kind of shit you accidentally step in and it mushes into the carpet and all over your brand new heels, then you cannot get it up because it is practically liquid so you try sponging it out but it's too solid for that too and you just end up crying in a corner because your beautiful white carpet is stained. You know....that shit.

I'm stuck here alone for two whole weeks. Sure, I have Courtney, but...well...oh hell, it's Courtney! Honestly!

I desperately need to be in college.

The good news is that I leave for San Jose tomorrow morning. That will be a lovely little escape from this black hole of boredom that is sucking me into a depression. Beautiful, sunny, desert Cali. It'll be much better than the 105-degree weather Nashville is being cursed with.

God, I need out.

Dear lord, I'm here by myself. I wish I could go to college like...now.

You know, with the rest of my friends, who are off having the time of their life beginning college while I'm stuck at home either working or sitting here with my laptop. It's such a depressing state, considering I have no one to hang out with. There's no more just calling Abby up on the phone and being like 'Hey, wanna go see a movie?' Nope....all over.

I know I'll make new friends at college, but I actually have to GET there to do it. Rawr.

It is odd, I really don't have anyone on here who reads these journals, because no one knows that they exist. Part of me wants to keep it that way, but misery loves company and I must comply.

Then again, if nobody reads them I can post whatever the hell I want, which is a fantastic sense of freedom. But then there is the off chance that someone stumbles across one of my posts and...well..reads it, of course. So perhaps I will keep the intimately personal stuff for a hand-written journal that I can very well hide from the hungry eyes of the world.

What is grand is that none of my real-life friends know about this journal. That in itself is an overwhelming amount of freedom.

Blessed Freedom.

Got my mac today. Whoo! I can finally, FINALLY, have a little bit of privacy while surfing the web. Not that I have anything to hide, mind you, but it's nice not to have someone gazing over your shoulder like 'Oooooh, what's THAT?"

Yeah...I'll be locked up in my room for like...ever.

I never keep journals so I really am not certain why I am here. I've already got facebook and deviantart to keep up with, but the communities here seem intriguing.

So I'll give it a go, eh?