posted September 13, 2011 10:23 PM            

Growing up I was prone to tears. Way too much. Now not so much anymore. In grade 1 I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I wanted to be an artist. Other kids said "struction workr" tons said "a mommy" one wante to be queen of the world and I said "I want to be an artist" Now thats exactly who I am and always will be. Than you get in hihschool and still in young adulthood and everyone wants to be an artist/musician. It's annoying! cause who that who I am and said thats who I am since I was little. It makes me wounder who really is the dreamy washy washy unrealistic gullible piranha? I have dreams and day dream A LOT. But these kids who think an artists life is "cool" has a lot to learn. I've been told it's normal an young people get like that. Sometimes I can't wait until I get older!

Whats even more annoying is I actually DO IT.
I want action but than it's all just talk talk talk pipe dreams. Lets form a band! Lets do this but no ones willing to do anything. Idiots just think being an artist is all about dreaming, being free, taking no action, drifting around and going with the flow. It's not!

I used to have explosive crying outbursts, than it became Jerry Springer-like acting out in highschool. Now it's just all Rush Limbaugh like. I go off on endless tangents. I know how to push buttons. The best buttons to push are in the realms of religion and politics THAT really stirs up the pot! If someone wants to fight. You must know thier views! Disagree. Insult. Devils advocate. That gets right down into peoples cores. It is a problem sometimes I do it without realizing. It's fun but theirs consequences. Saturn Squares my Mars. No wounder.
I'm goal orientated and hot tempered but it's rare when I hurt someone (psyically) stepped on someone or destroyed property. I play fighted with my freind he wanted me to do my worst. He pestered me to fight with him. I told him I can't morally beat somebody up unless I really had to. I daydreammed he was a kid napper, than I strangled his neck and pressed down in between his collar bone with my thumbs. He began to suffocate. He told me to stop. I did.