I saw a commercial the other day advertising tomorrow's art-inspired careers; they asked who tomorrow's graphic designers/advertisers would be. I answered, "Me." 

Whenever I see really cool posters or pictures throughout the day, I start wondering how the person created them. I end up thinking to myself, "I could be doing this one day."

When I realized my latest Web Design assignment would revolve around Photoshop, I was really eager to complete the project. I finished it in about an hour, as opposed to a whole week of procrastinating on every other project in that class.

When I was Facebook stalking one day, I came across some guy who is majoring in graphic design at the Art Institute of New York. I thought to myself, "MAN, F U :(" (not like I was mad or anything, but I tend to spit out curses when I'm by myself.....)

Whenever I get e-mails about art colleges, I go "AHHSLHGLSLGLSFJSALASGS" and start wondering why I didn't apply to those schools.

..That's when my non-existent art portfolio slaps me in the face.

"an art major with no portfolio. lolwat." 
-the words of a friend 

Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing by deciding on a Computer Science major. It was my back-up choice if I failed to go down an art path -- which I did. I don't even have a portfolio to present, and I'd rather not half-ass one when other people (my would-be competition) have had so long to complete theirs. I guess having an "undeclared major" or going to community college wouldn't have been such a bad thing, huh?

Bah.

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Just had to let that out.

Lately, certain songs have been making me really sad. Especially this one:

I dunno why :>

And all the roads we have to walk are winding 
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding 
There are many things that I would 
Like to say to you 
But I don't know how.