Hiya Fellas

I think my internal clock is screwed up...can't seem to get tired before 2 am. If I continue this habit, next semester is going to suck big ones. Next semester...another one. Cripes, I've been in college for four years and still have another 2 to go. Bad decisions kids, bad decisions. Who wanted to be a nurse practitioner for the neonatal intensive care unit? This guy (I mean gal). Premature babies. I felt my calling was to help people. Why not? I'm a caring individual. Let's go to college with this goal in mind! 3 semesters in, I changed my mind. Was it the endless hours I spent in lab discovering the innards of baby pigs? Nah. Perhaps it was the hours pouring over text books trying to memorize every organ and every process your body carries out? Nope. It was the simple fact that my desire to create art, whether it is written or performance art, is a stronger driving force in my life. Does that mean I don't give a flying eff about premature babies? No, it just means that I felt I could be a mediocre nurse practitioner. But art, now that's something I could be great at. I'm dying to make my mark on the world, and it would be a god-awful shame to let my talents go to waste. There are plenty of nurses lining up in the classrooms. There are fewer people out there that are brave enough to pursue their passion to create something unique and irreplaceable. Damn, it's 1:30...wearing down. Maybe I'll read a book. I think too much sometimes, and wear myself out. A book is a great escape. What did Melanie say? "I wish I could find a good book to live in..."