They tell you you're a saint, but really all you want to be is a sinner..

This year has been a good and bad year, good, I finally finished education, bad, when you have been in education for 17 years what the hell do you do with your life? People ask me what I want to do, and when I say well I want to be a writer you see that pained look on their face, like poor sole they have no clue about the real world. Like when you were in high school and they'd say to you "have you decided what you want to be yet?" and you'd be looking in a book 10x the size of you, and you'd say "well I'd quite like to be a doctor, you know I wanna help people". They turn the page and say "perhaps you should look at becoming a nurse then, it might be more in your reach." You just wanted to scream at them, "IF I WANTED TO BE A FUCKING NURSE I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT."

That's my life now, people saying well maybe you should do that and this and some other shit I quite frankly couldn't give a flying crap about. I understand that to say I want to be a writer is like saying that I want to become an actress, you basically will never have any money unless you hit it big time. And why is it when I tell people that I want to be an writer they automatically say "so you think you can be the next J.K.Rowling?" No actually I don't, sure she has done very well for herself, but thats a totally different genre than I want to go into. I want to write and for it to maybe reach a few people maybe change their lives, give them a new perspective on things. It's not about the money, I just want to do something that I love and as long as I can live comfortably doing it then I'm happy.

I also think I'm gonna take a part tiem photography class, my younger brother came home the other day and was like so you wanna see my photography, that I got a B for (A Level), i was like sure, some friends of mine had seen and said it was amazing, so I'd wanted to see it for a while, and the little bugger had 8 photos in the display, only 4 of them I had took, he stole them off my ibook in a mad panic the night before his assignment was in. I was in total shock. So they must have been alright, as that was half of his project. A photography class could be a good thing, writing and photgraphy go hand in hand, right?