Jeeze. This is so unusual, so strange ... I feel good about things in general, I really do. I feel like things will work out. I love being an art student. I love doing random things. I like going to class. I want to learn, want to get better. I live where I wanted to live.

I feel very peaceful at the moment.

I was going to write something about the people who call me names which insinuate negative things because I go to class regularly and don't drink/do drugs, but you know what? I feel like I just don't give a damn. Say what you will ... call me a goody two-shoes ... laugh at me, even ... it's not going to change the fact that right now, I'm happy to be who I am, where I am.