Just me, a cup of coffee, my paintbrush, and my thoughts

    Well here I am. 20 years old about to hit the 21 mark.  I am a student at an university which will reamain unnamed, which I plan on leaving for another university which will remain unnamed.  I've been through one of the toughest semesters I never thought I'd experience.  Life is speeding up and getting crazy.  I haven't allowed my romantic life to exist.  And I think the end of the world is probably on somebodies to-do list somewhere.  But atleast I have my paintbrushes (I'm an oil painter), a warm cup-a joe (coffee), and a head to think with.  

    Well I've been dreading my 21st birthday.  I sort of have to start acting like an adult sometime soon.  I know I'm still young (thank god) but I see my life starting to speed up.  It seems like just the other day I was bashin toy cars together anticipating becoming a teenager.  Another decade or two it'll seem like just the other day I was sitting on my sofa writing a blog.  Granted it'll be nice to set a 6-pack down on the counter, hand a cashier my ID and some money, and walk out with my ID and a 6-pack, however it's the only privalge left to gain and it's not a very impressive one.

    I'm lucky enough to be able to go to college.  Although I'm up to my eyeballs in student loans and I'm nowhere near graduating.  However I absolutely hate (and I hate using the word hate) the school I'm at, the town it's in, and everything about that general area (which will continue to remain unnamed).  So I'm doing what what my family has been doing for years, I'm running away screaming.  I'm picking up and going from one side of Tennessee to the other.  The school isn't that much better and it's about the same price.  But I'm excited about the change of scenery.  The place I will be living (hopefully) is miles out of new town (in comparison to where I've been, right smack in the middle of down-town), country, and quiet (my favorite).  But we'll see, nothing's official yet!

    Ahg but this semester.  So much is happening around me.  A friend killed hisself.  War claimed another.  A tornado ripped through my home town claiming a few people I knew.  Cancer claimed my uncle (sealing the fate of the family buisness before I could graduate).  Grandma keeps having strokes.  Lost my apartment due to my roommates complete and utter stupidity.  Messed up my foot something aweful.  My sister is going crazy (in a bad way).  Crazziness everywhere, I'm glad nothing has happened to me (yet anyways...hey s*** happens)  But things are looking up.  My mom's cancer scare turned out to be nothing, I'm getting away from that horrible town I've been living in for the last couple of years.  And my art is actually starting to become half decent (for a student).

    And so here I am.  Nothing crazy has happened in a while (tommorow's another day).  So I'm just going to sit here in between the waves of this crazy thing called life, enjoy my coffee, contemplate what to do with this painting I'm working on, and be happy for the simple sake of being happy.