Feh.
If I've learned one thing, it's that I don't want kids until I'm old enough not to beat the life force from them. Sorry ladies, but use the pill, I'll use a condom- nothing can sway me from this. I love kids, when they're sweet and cute, but I hate kids who aren't raised properly. It's not their fault, it's the parents, but that doesn't help the fact that I want to string them all up by their underwear. The lack of discipline in society is appalling, when I was younger I was spanked when I acted up, by the time I turned ten I was a well behaved child, until my teenage years which are another story altogether.
My life has become a lesson in life since I've turned 16, I think 9-11 had something to do with it; it makes you really not want to screw up at first chance. You need to have it planned out, color-coded, with back up plans. I could literally drawl up a life plan with escapes and possible shortcuts to certain dilemmas. College is the next step in my color-coded plan, I want to get into a good college yet have no real clue what I want to study. Graphic design was the first obvious choice, but perhaps I should look at the bigger picture. Law? No, too many hours and little satisfaction in the end run, especially if I have an early stress streak of white down the middle of my hair. Medicine, I could be a doctor... yeah right. Blood and veins, hearts and lungs- those are not my strong points. Who wants an out of shape doctor? A doctor who would throw up at the sight of the grotesque innards of human beings. Business, that's a strong possibility. I would learn how to be shrewd, cutthroat, smart, clever, and groundbreaking. Business is in the top five of degrees I want. However, I look at all of the options and graphic design is in the forefront, followed by photography. Both of those mediums would serve to quench my interests, new challenges ever day- always an opportunity to try something new. Those who know me know I like art, I like to create art- in almost every form. I take pictures, and each time I do I get a little more professional, a little more dramatic. With graphic design I become increasing more abstract, yet the message is more precise. I like to interpret my feelings through pictures, rather than words. Words do not come to me like they do to poets and public speakers. I mean, I have a good mind, and I can comprehend past college levels. The problem is I can't pinpoint my thoughts enough to also find intelligent words to express them in speech or writing. In anycase I need to get into a college, sometime before the spring sessions start up.
My life has become a lesson in life since I've turned 16, I think 9-11 had something to do with it; it makes you really not want to screw up at first chance. You need to have it planned out, color-coded, with back up plans. I could literally drawl up a life plan with escapes and possible shortcuts to certain dilemmas. College is the next step in my color-coded plan, I want to get into a good college yet have no real clue what I want to study. Graphic design was the first obvious choice, but perhaps I should look at the bigger picture. Law? No, too many hours and little satisfaction in the end run, especially if I have an early stress streak of white down the middle of my hair. Medicine, I could be a doctor... yeah right. Blood and veins, hearts and lungs- those are not my strong points. Who wants an out of shape doctor? A doctor who would throw up at the sight of the grotesque innards of human beings. Business, that's a strong possibility. I would learn how to be shrewd, cutthroat, smart, clever, and groundbreaking. Business is in the top five of degrees I want. However, I look at all of the options and graphic design is in the forefront, followed by photography. Both of those mediums would serve to quench my interests, new challenges ever day- always an opportunity to try something new. Those who know me know I like art, I like to create art- in almost every form. I take pictures, and each time I do I get a little more professional, a little more dramatic. With graphic design I become increasing more abstract, yet the message is more precise. I like to interpret my feelings through pictures, rather than words. Words do not come to me like they do to poets and public speakers. I mean, I have a good mind, and I can comprehend past college levels. The problem is I can't pinpoint my thoughts enough to also find intelligent words to express them in speech or writing. In anycase I need to get into a college, sometime before the spring sessions start up.