raining ash

Today was just one dragged out day...but I liked it. The ashes painted the sky orange. It looked like fall, and it is fall. I felt like I was in middle school again, breathing in the trashed air. I love fire. I hope nobody died. If someone died, I'll feel bad.

I finished a college essay today and I feel so accomplished. I enjoyed writing it. I did my english homework and I even made note cards, but I wrote the definitions perpendicular to the lines so it looks messy. I'm just a naturally messy person. Annie is such a contrast of who I am. She's neat and detail-oriented and she takes her time. I'm not, and I don't.

I'm applying to schools in SF, Chicago, and nearby cities. My art class was so much fun today-Erika(the prof) left 30 minutes after I got there (and I walked in 30 minutes late, too), but I decided to stay since I already wasted my gas getting there. I chatted up with Dani and Connor and thought to myself, hey, this isn't so bad.

Again, I ended up admitting I'm only about 18. Shocks all around...

Maybe I will settle with a year or two at Moorpark College. Too bad by the time I attend next fall, everyone a bit more mature will already be gone. I might as well keep it an option though and save up to 40 grand. Why the FUCK is art education so expensive? I also hate I have to settle with a type of commercial job in order to make money. Artists writers and teachers contribute so much more to society than our average businessman/lawyer/other socially accepted job.

PS: The winds scared me. It felt like my car was going to be blown away.