Mon, 25 Sep 2006 02:54:53 GMT

So... a journal. More blank pages in my life. Great, just what I needed. I get enough of those when I write. Paint. Think. The only time I truly feel relaxed and calm is when I'm playing my guitar.

I just moved here from Louisiana. I guess my mom wanted to start things over. See, my dad left me and my brother ... sorry, my brother and I alone with mom. I guess he couldn't handle us or something, maybe family life wasn't his thing. Not real sure why he did...but he took off. My mom's been working the same dead end job since he left and decided we should just try somewhere new. So she talked to her sister here in NC and they settled on a better job and we moved.

I'm a Junior this year.. got held back a year because school was pretty rough in Louisiana. Teachers spent more time protecting themselves from the kids, than helping them. It feels a little better around here at least. Maybe I'll finally graduate and start going to the art school I want to go to in Virginia.

That's all I want to do...just paint, draw, play, and write. I tend to shy away from people until I really get to know them, so those kinda activities are my favorites. Ones where I can just be by myself...in my thoughts.

Anyway...that's me. Take it or leave it.

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