DIE YOUNG AND SAVE YOURSELF.
I finished all of my AP Art stuff today, just as I was on the brink of hurling myself out of a window. It's all becoming unfortunately real, that horrible inevitability of growing up and getting old. I mean next year, I'm going off to school to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life. I can't even figure out what the hell I'm going to say next, much less what I want to do with my life. I wish I could spend the rest of it, painting. And no, I don't want to be an art teacher. I fucking hate this idea of practicality and responsibility.
For Steph (because I don't think anyone else reads this)
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours
For Steph (because I don't think anyone else reads this)
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours