For all 18 years of my life (or at least the vast majority of them) my job has been schoolwork. At this stage, I find myself in a limbo between high school and college, and with no school to give me purpose, I have a job. For the first time. Ever.

I didn't expect it to be AWESOME. I didn't even expect to like it. I just didn't want to hate it. I must say I experience both feelings towards it.

Sears Essentials. Rarely ever sells anything essential. Except milk. But it's probably expired, so don't buy it.

I had to take expired medicine off the shelves. the Pepto Bismol had completely separated. Mmmm.

Retail.

It's magical that anything ever gets done in that place. A lot of people walk around and take up oxygen and make it look like they actually do something to get their paycheck. A few people do things. I'm just taking up oxygen.

Thank God I'm going to college. The entry-level jobs chew me up and spit me out begging for seconds. I admire those that can do things like this, maintain their sanity and then eventually climb the ranks.

Magical, my friends.

Corporate forces the printers to spit out some papers with orders and euphemisms and then managers tell people like me to interpret them how I want and do it. Companies must teeter on the brink of collapsing from no work ever getting done. I just don't understand.

Oh. Also glad I'm not majoring in business. Clearly not my thing.

I dumped everything I've been working on for these past few weeks on to my account. Some of it I'm considerably proud of.

I'm not really sure what else to say here. High school's over! Yay! RPI in the fall! Yay!

I'm really happy to be drawing again.

I've been doing some deep soul searching lately. Mostly because it's coming up on time to choose classes for next year. Now is when it starts to get serious, because Junior year will be INTENSE. First AP classes, SATs, we find out our GPA and class rank. Not only that, but also I'm wondering if maybe medicine isn't right for me? Maybe I really would like to go into the Arts.

I use the term "Arts" loosely. I suppose it's what everyone else calls "Liberal Arts." Anything from fashion design, to theater, to writing and editing.

Anyway, with the whole diabetes thing, and the Arts being a somewhat unstable field as far as jobs go, it's not a decision that can be taken lightly. I think I would be happiest in the Arts, but the term "happy" is relative to how healthy I am as well. I wouldn't mind being a starving artist without diabetes, really. The choice would be easy for me if it weren't for the Type 1.

My mom keeps telling me "Well you can be a doctor and have a hobby." And that's all she has to say. It aggravates me slightly because it's as if that's an easy option for her. I know she's just worried about me but still. If I want my life to be art, a painting hobby on the side just doesn't cut it.

I haven't exactly paved the way for a life in the Arts though. No acting classes, no art lessons, no real experience in ANYTHING. So. I don't know. I'm just a little...scared. And I guess everyone is at this age. The future is unknown, and it's just starting to hit everybody on how soon the future will come.

Just wait it out, I suppose.

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Yep.

So. I finally updated. Exciting, no?

Happy birthday to Mary, yay! I didn't know she actually looked at this, haha.

So much has happened lately, but I feel much stronger because of all of it.

Unfortunately, all I had to submit was another chibi art. I've disappointed myself, I really hope I don't fall into a rut of ONLY drawing chibi stuff. Hopefully I'll fix up some of my other art and be pleased enough with it to submit it. ::crosses fingers::

So, until then. A BIENTOT!

<--suburban ninja strikes again!