Sacriledge of an Artist's Life Blood
Well...I was surfing the 'Net last night...bad idea. Very bad. Because I saw many, many talented peoples' works. Some were at my level, some were a bit above my level, and then there were those percious few that make my heart just stop in my chest at the very thought of my ever becoming that good. Very annoying feeling, that. Truly.
So I came home after school to work on my project. The only reason why I haven't just burned the damned thing is because I need it to pass, and I need to pass this class to graduate. I'm already two credits short, so I don't really want another to add to that.
Anywho, to continue on. I checked my LJ to see if anyone updated. Lot's of people did, so I replied to them. Then it turns out that Jon has written yet another poem that has yet again inspired me when I have yet to try and pen an image for the last one. >.<;; I'm gonna be up all night now...*goes to take a shower*
So I came home after school to work on my project. The only reason why I haven't just burned the damned thing is because I need it to pass, and I need to pass this class to graduate. I'm already two credits short, so I don't really want another to add to that.
Anywho, to continue on. I checked my LJ to see if anyone updated. Lot's of people did, so I replied to them. Then it turns out that Jon has written yet another poem that has yet again inspired me when I have yet to try and pen an image for the last one. >.<;; I'm gonna be up all night now...*goes to take a shower*