Alrighty then.

So, I was contemplating joining the Navy for awhile, but I've decided that I just want to go to a technical college, like Bates Technical College in Tacoma. They have apprenticeship programs there, so that means I could get some training, while making money too. So, I'll get a degree, and training, and then I can go out and apply to some shops..

I'd love to do welding on cars and such, since I have a little experience doing that with the truck (which is running now!!)

It's weird though.. every time I think about looking up welding jobs, and schools, I go onto the computer, type it in, and I always see Tacoma pop up; so, I think that's God saying that I need to be in Tacoma. It's out of Spokane, but still close enough to my family.

I've also gotten numbers for some of the metal workers unions, so joining a union would be something I could do. Great benefits, and great money. Not to mention, I'd be doing something I loved to do, that would also be challenging, and exciting everyday.

I'm pretty excited about my future now, because I finally have a good grasp on what it is that I want to do. Now I just need to graduate, and get out there! 5 more months.. I'm pretty damn excited!

But, aside from that, I went to the chiropractor today for the first time, since I had been running into neck problems, constant pain, and even hearing problems (not sure if my neck is the cause, but we'll see).

Anyways, it was great, ha ha. I can move my back and neck so much better now! It's been quite awhile since I've been able to move as freely. I'm not dizzy right now either, which is a definite plus. I have more appointments coming up, and I'm hoping this will clear up a lot of the problems I've been having.

But, I just wanted to talk about what's new with me. Kind of long, but it happens..

That's all for now.

Xanadu; it's in most bargain bins.

Yes.

Art.

Fingers are permanently stained from the creativity I seek.
I am the one who paints where the sky meets the mountain tops.
I am the one who captures life through a lens.
I am the one who writes melodies from experience.

I play my guitar like I breathe, and I strum up, down, I breathe in, out.
I draw what I see like my hand is a camera.
I write stories of agony, and I write stories of indescribable happiness.
I am nothing but art.

Not enough time in a day to express what I feel, and see.
Every chance I get, I have a pencil in hand, or a guitar, or a paintbrush.
I skip meals to give myself time to do what I love.
It's like I need it.
I want it.
It's my whole life now.

It's a fantasy that I created, that brings me to real life in a way that nobody could understand.
I am art.
It runs through my veins.
It's all I see.

Art.