So I have calculus homework which will take me hours to finish, some US history crap homework, and that bio lab...

And well, what do I do? I submit poetry here. Talk about the beauty of procrastination.

I hope to submit some dinky pieces of art that will somehow be nice to look at, but looking at my lack of practice...it's pretty hopeless. I haven't brushed up on my art skills since fourth grade, and now I don't draw enough to even be artistically competent.

I regret to have sacrificed my love for art to pursue writing, and sacrificing all those art classes in high school I could've taken to take those blasted APs. I've chose being an 'overachiever' over art, which has been my obsession from when I was a baby to ten years old.

I love art, that calming feeling and that peculiar creative platform you stand on that lies between conscientious control and subconscious frenzy... Like Aqua, if I could turn back time...I would have taken more art classes and have aspired to improve.

Alas, time can never be reversed. When I draw nowadays, melancholy takes over me and my grip slackens on the pencil with that singular feeling of self-blame. Look how horrible my art skills have gotten, I say to myself.

Nothing you can do now, is my self-reprimand.

So I'll just continue to write, I suppose...and draw a little on the side, as bad as it is.

Funny how I sound so depressed, for a second journal entry. Things won't be so depressing in the next entries, I assure you! ;;