My Train (Wreck) of Thought

It's really quite amazing how I can get so happy thinking about the future... About being able to drive, about going to college and being on my own... I've been talking with a couple close friends lately about all the cool things we'll do together in just a few years, and it makes me feel so excited and hopeful. I can't wait to graduate high school.

But then, I come back down to Earth and start thinking about things that will be going on in just a few months... Like school. In just a couple months, I will once again be losing sleep, stressing out, waking up in the morning with a sob, wanting to pull my hair out, and teetering on the edge of failure. I hate school so much now. I wish there was a "get out of school free" card in life, but alas, there is not. (Not without dropping out and feeling like a failure, anyhow. I would enjoy a somewhat promising future, if you don't mind terribly.)

Look at me, complaining. There may very well be people reading this who want to say "Oh yeah? Well I _______________, so stop complaining, you have it easy!" Then again, I seem to be getting that a lot nowadays, so what else is new? Although I know that there are people out there with terrible lives that would make me look like Paris Hilton, I hate it when I'm seeking comfort or motivation, even just a hug, and instead all I get is "suck it up, we should focus on me."

Alright, alright... I'll be quiet and try to find something less depressing to talk about.

So, I have a lot going on in the next couple of weeks... I'm going to be filming and editing a book trailer for a contest, I'm going to be working like a dog to complete that portrait of my grandparents for their 50th anniversary, I'll be going to the party for their anniversary (which is in California, 10 hours from here), and... Oh God. I feel like I'm forgetting something. This can't possibly be good at all. Oh well, I'll remember it eventually. (Maybe.) I probably won't be able to actually take a deep breath and relax until the 11th, when I will be getting home from my granparents' party.

Well, I think that's enbough rambling for one night... Good night.

Photo #1: The future is bright. Photo #2: Hmmm... Sounds like a pretty decent plan. Photo #3: Yes sir, Mr. T, sir... Photo #4: The 50th anniversary is the golden anniversary.