A Breather.

I've got a little bit of time, so I'm taking use of it. So I'm finally finished with finals and they weren't as bad as I imagined. I guess it was because of how they were this week and how I needed to work so much this week, that I just worried too much. It feels as if I just finished another school year, but its just the first semester. Wow. First half of senior year is now behind me and just one more left. How cliche but, time goes by so fast.

I'm so proud of myself. Bold statement as it is and I'm not feeling arrogant to say it. I really am proud of myself. Within two weeks, I've created half of my portfolio. I worked on art for hours, leaving me with exhaustion and laryngitis. My voice was also lost for over a day. Now that its back and I'm feeling good, the end is not yet. Tomorrow is a big day for me, specifically the morning. Tomorrow is National Portfolio Day. Its when many art and design schools from across the nation gather at one spot, California College of the Arts (where I want to go), and review applicants' portfolios. I'm going to art college, I'm shooting for it. And at this moment I'm confident. I've got what art colleges are looking for in students. My work is not work of a novice. My experience is vast. I've grown so much. I've just got to be accepted, somewhere, its no question.

Got to revise my personal essay, work on more paintings, finalize some pieces, and plan out tomorrow's schedule. The busy never ceases to buzz. This is what life is now, the real authentic hard knock life. Its work. Its countless things to do one after the other. It is what it is and I'm going to kick its ass.

Peace out, I'm off to accomplish my self-set tasks.