So this is what its like. Growing up.

And hardworking.

You know I couldn't go to sleep after not blogging for a week or more, because I began one but never finished it so its now saved waiting to be finished, even though I am thoroughly exhausted.

If you're planning to attend art college, you've got to begin your portfolio early. Seriously. I knew it but it just never worked out like that. Now I've got two weeks until National Portfolio Day, which can be the day to give me a college to go to or the day to crush my artistic skills, and I've got no really good pieces finished. MAJOR SADFACE.

Now I'm proving to myself, and whoever, that I can do it. I shall come up with at least 15 pieces within twelve days. I will make it to SF for that day. I will get into an art college. And I will attain my dream of becoming a professional artist. Damn right.

I'm not kidding when I say I'm so tired. I'm aching worse as I continue to write, but I just write so easily. It flows. Also, I have four projects due this week. I really should have done some major work during my break. But its not wrong to use break as a time to relax. I mean its not called "Time off to do other things."

I'll be incognito, not by choice, for the next two weeks. It may even be nice. I know I'll make it.

Good night.