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mmm how I love my 6 hour classes.....and the endless work I have. I have either a paper or project due every day. Ive never worked this hard in my life. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of having a sick fucking job in four years, traveling the world taking pictures when I get out of here. Sometimes I question myself, If this really what I want to do with my life. I cant help but sometimes torture myself thinking I should of been a psychology major. Whatever, who gives a fuck.....I just want to make art...art with no boundaries... and not write fucking bullshit formal analysis papers. Just play me some good music, smoke me up, and ill show you art.